Welcome to vaark-friends, human or not,
Here is a tale with an exciting plot!
There’s all sorts of actions, both wrong and right,
In our panto this year, the tale of Snow White!
Snow White is a princess, her parents are dead,
So she lives with her awful step-mother instead.
No ballrooms or gowns for our poor Snow White,
She lives in the scullery, both day and night.
The Queen, her stepmother, is wicked and vain,
She checks her appearance again and again.
Her mirror is magic, and can tell no lies,
One question she asks it, and it then replies.
Mirror Mirror, on the wall,
who is the fairest of them all?
Your Majesty, I must tell true,
in all the kingdom the fairest is you!
But as Snow White grows up, her beauty grows too,
Even a visiting prince wants to woo.
But only a scullery maid? Not good enough.
He has to ignore her, which makes him feel rough.
Then one fateful day, the Queen is deranged
She questions her mirror, but the answer has changed!
Mirror, Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest one of all?
You’re still quite a beauty, but the beans I must spill.
Humble Snow White is more beautiful still!
The queen is so angry, she loses her head.
There’s one thing she wants, to see Snow White dead!
She calls her best huntsman, and gives an instruction.
Take out Snow White, and cause her destruction!
To prove your obedience, come back to this place.
Bring me her heart in this jewelled case!
Heavy at heart, the huntsman obeys,
He takes Snow White out, on forested ways.
But this awful huntsman, not so bad we see,
He lets Snow White go, and tells her to flee.
Then he rushes home, the queen to appease
The heart of a pig, he gives her to please.
Poor Snow White, bewildered, no hope can she find.
But the small forest animals all are quite kind.
They take her in hand, from the stag to the mouse.
And lead her astonished, to a little house.
Well, someone must live here, seven, no less!
Children perhaps, for they’ve left quite a mess.
So she waits for the owners of this house she’s found,
and while she is at it, she tidies around
But weary from walking, she dozes alone,
and while she is sleeping, the owners come home.
Not minors, but miners! A band of wee folk.
They enter the house with a song and a joke.
But what a surprise, asleep on their bed!
They stare quite astonished and scratching their heads.
And when she awakes, Snow White is alarmed,
But the wee folk are friendly, so she won’t be harmed.
She tells them her tale, how she ran away,
And they all agree, she’s welcome to stay!
And now, it’s time for the interval. Please do stretch your legs if you’d like to. Gino has a range of choc ices for sale!
We welcome you back, we hope you’re refreshed.
Now on with the story in which we’re enmeshed.
Our hero Snow White is safe from the Queen.
She lives with the wee folk, and keeps the house clean.
They dig in the mines, to set diamonds free!
Then home to Snow White who cooks them their tea.
Back at the castle, the Queen has to check.
She asks for the answer she surely expects.
Mirror Mirror on the wall,
Who is the fairest of them all?
Your plan has failed, I must tell true,
Snow White still lives, more fair than you.
Well! The queen is mad, her plan’s no good.
She’ll have to go out, into the wood.
She picks an apple sweet and round,
But in the middle poison is found.
If poor Snow White takes just one bite,
She’ll fall asleep, as deep as night.
She dons a cloak that’s not her own,
And ventures out, as an aged crone.
The animals are worried, as through the wood she roams.
They hurry off to find the dwarves, to tell them to come home.
Snow White hears a knock, and asks Who can that be?
An aged crone is standing there, asking for some tea.
Thanks for tea the old crone says, now I must make things right.
In exchange, this apple sweet, why don’t you take a bite?
The apple certainly looks good, all shiny green and red.
She takes a bite but then feels odd, and falls down as if dead!
I’ve won! The wicked queen declares, My foe is overcome!
But now in case of getting caught, I really ought to run.
Just then the little folk return, they see the wicked queen.
Whatever can the matter be, what trouble has there been?
But oh, her evil plan backfires, she’ll not quite get away.
A bolt of lightning lands on her, and so quite dead she lays.
The wee folk rush into their house, worried for Snow White.
And oh! They find her lying there, an awful frightening sight.
They try and try to wake her, but it seems she’s met her end.
They weep their little hearts out, at the loss of their dear friend.
They cannot bear to bury her, in ground so hard and cold,
And so they make a coffin, her body for to hold.
Made of glass so all can see, her beauty for all time.
All trimmed with gold and flowers, a proper little shrine.
One day that prince we saw before, is walking in the wood.
He’s heard about poor dear Snow White and doesn’t feel so good.
He sees the shrine and poor Snow White, the maiden sorely missed.
He has to look and steal a kiss, he really can’t resist.
But oh! What joy! Amazing! His kiss the dread spell breaks,
And in that happy moment, Snow White, she awakes!
And all the wee folk and the beasts, who mourned her for so long,
Are absolutely happy to be so proven wrong!
The prince and Snow White fall in love, and wedding bells are planned,
The invites go out far and wide, to all throughout the land.
But sure, the guests of honour, among the great and good,
Are Snow White’s seven little friends, the wee folk from the wood.
And so our tale ends happily, we hope you liked it all,
Never forget that welcome made, by all those folk so small!