High in a tower
Like yours was
But higher
A beauty asleep
All 'round the tower
A thicket of briar
A hundred feet deep
Agony!
No frustration more keen
When the one thing you want
Is a thing that you've not even seen
I found a casket entirely of glass
No, it's unbreakable
Inside, don't ask it
A maiden, alas
Just as unwakeable
What unmistakable agony!
Is the way always barred?
She has skin white as snow
Did you learn her name?
No
There's a dwarf standing guard
Agony
Such that Princes must weep
Always in thrall most
To anything, almost
Or something asleep
If it were not for the thicket
A thicket's no trick
Is it thick?
It's the thickest
The quickest
Is pick it apart with a stick
Yes, but even one prick-
It's my thing about blood
Well, it's sick
It's not sicker than your thing with dwarves
Dwarfs?
Dwarfs!
Dwarfs are very upsetting
Not forgetting
The tasks unachievable
Mountains unscaleable
If it's conceivable
But unavailable
Aah, aah, aah (aah, aah, aah)
Agony! (Misery!)
Woe!
Not to know what you miss
While they lie there for years
And you cry on their biers
What unbearable bliss
Agony that can cut like a knife
Ah, well
Back to my wife
