If fairy tales were true…
I wouldn’t need a magic bean to find a way to reach you.
Nothing would be too hot or too cold, too hard or too…uh...
All of your clothes would be invisible, all the time.
I’d probably have chowed down on the entire candy house, because I lack self-control. But the old witch wouldn’t have eaten me, since by then I’d have seriously exceeded her caloric allowance for the day.
Pretty sure I’d never find time to notice that pea, with you around.
You’d know my voice anywhere, you’d hear it in my eyes. You’d probably be ok with me trading it for legs though, at least for awhile.
You’re considerably more ornery than the third Billy Goat, but I’d have slain that troll myself, I’m no layabout.
You might be the wolf, but I’m a clever clever fox.
I’d let you in the front door even though you might hurt me someday; I probably wouldn’t introduce you to Grandma.
I’d cry, “Wolf! Wolf!” over and over again, but you’d like that, wouldn’t you?
We’d take turns being the grasshopper and the ant, and we’d live happily ever after.
Created: Apr 14, 2013Document Media