Testo di Fable

In this tale The girl run In this fable Little boy and your mom Alice never forget of hear that sound And john accept your history Is more long, long Long Three pigs in the home sweet home And one blonde hair down until floor Wolf never waited for a formal invitation And rapunzel cannot wait to comb your child When she's born, born Born He was tired of be alone Peter can smell the air of outone C'mon wendy he said When the windows close And shine your eyes when this chapter Is over, over Over