The Prince cried, ‘Who’s this dirty slut?
‘Off with her nut! Off with her nut!’
Just then, all in a blaze of light,
The Magic Fairy hove in sight,
Her Magic Wand went swoosh and swish!
‘Cindy!’ she cried, ‘come make a wish!
‘Wish anything and have no doubt
‘That I will make it come about!’
Cindy answered, ‘Oh kind Fairy,
‘This time I shall be more wary.
‘No more Princes, no more money.
‘I have had my taste of honey.
‘I’m wishing for a decent man.
‘They’re hard to find. D’you think you can?’
Within a minute, Cinderella
Was married to a lovely feller,
A simple jam-maker by trade,
Who sold good home-made marmalade.
Their house was filled with smiles and laughter
And they were happy ever after.
JACK AND THE BEANSTALK
Jack’s mother said, ‘We’re stony broke!
‘Go out and find some wealthy bloke
‘Who’ll buy our cow. Just say she’s sound
‘And worth at least a hundred pound.
‘But don’t you dare to let him know
‘That she’s as old as billy-o.’
Jack led the old brown cow away,
And came back later in the day,
And said, ‘Oh mumsie dear, guess what
‘Your clever little boy has got.
‘I got, I really don’t know how,
‘A super trade-in for our cow. ‘
The mother said, ‘You little creep,
‘I’ll bet you sold her much too cheap.’
When Jack produced one lousy bean,
His startled mother, turning green,
Leaped high up in the air and cried,
‘I’m absolutely stupefied!
‘You crazy boy! D’you really mean
‘You sold our Daisy for a bean?’
She snatched the bean. She yelled, ‘You chump.
And flung it on the rubbish-dump.
Then summoning up all her power,
She beat the boy for half an hour,
Using (and nothing could be meaner)
The handle of a vacuum-cleaner.
At ten p.m. or thereabout,
The little bean began to sprout.
By morning it had grown so tall
You couldn’t see the top at all.
Young Jack cried, ‘Mum, admit it now!
‘It’s better than a rotten cow!’
The mother said, ‘You lunatic!
‘Where are the beans that I can pick?
‘There’s not one bean! It’s bare as bare!’
‘No no!’ cried Jack. ‘You look up there!
‘Look very high and you’ll behold
‘Each single leaf is solid gold!’
By gollikins, the boy was right!
Now, glistening in the morning light,
The mother actually perceives
A mass of lovely golden leaves!
She yells out loud, ‘My sainted souls!
‘I’ll sell the Mini, buy a Rolls!
‘Don’t stand and gape, you little clot!
‘Get up there quick and grab the lot!’
Jack was nimble, Jack was keen.
He scrambled up the mighty bean.
Up up he went without a stop,
But just as he was near the top,
A ghastly frightening thing occurred –
Not far above his head he heard
A big deep voice, a rumbling thing
That made the very heavens ring.
It shouted loud, ‘FEE Fl FO FUM
‘I SMELL THE BLOOD OF AN ENGLISHMAN!’
Jack was frightened, Jack was quick,
And down he climbed in half a tick.
‘Oh mum!’ he gasped. ‘Believe you me
‘There’s something nasty up our tree!
‘I saw him, mum! My gizzard froze!
‘A Giant with a clever nose!’
‘A clever nose!’ his mother hissed.
‘You must be going round the twist!’
‘He smelled me out, I swear it, mum!
‘He said he smelled an Englishman!’
The mother said, ‘And well he might!
‘I’ve told you every single night
‘To take a bath because you smell,
‘But would you do it? Would you hell!
‘You even make your mother shrink
‘Because of your unholy stink!’
Jack answered, ‘Well, if you’re so clean
‘Why don’t you climb the crazy bean.’
The mother cried, ‘By gad, I will!
‘There’s life within the old dog still!’
She hitched her skirts above her knee
And disappeared right up the tree.
Now would the Giant smell his mum?
Jack listened for the fee-fo-fum.
He gazed aloft. He wondered when
The dreaded words would come… And then …
From somewhere high above the ground
There came a frightful crunching sound.
He heard the Giant mutter twice,
‘By gosh, that tasted very nice.
‘Although’ (and this in grumpy tones)