Ursula called and you answered back,
But then you found there's more that you lacked.
One heart was broken, another one squashed,
You thought another would just be a josh.
Deep within her cauldren, her cavernous maw,
You called, When shall I be fairest of all?
That Ursula though, she had more in mind,
She'd already owned you, each of your lines.
The witch then played you, she made you speak,
Forever you called out, never growing weak.
And so you thought you had power to live,
But here I watch you, and it's hard to forgive.
To make a pact with a selfish heart,
Is to be selfish right from the start.
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