Rumpelstiltskin, Rumpelstiltskin,
From hay to gold he could spin,
A room of it,
Sitting in the heat,
He could spin all day and night,
But then over the Queen’s child he would fight.
“Guess my name and you would be free.”
So the Queen guessed, “Tom, Timber, Timothy?”
But to all her answers he would say, “No.”
Then he went home laughing and saying,
“My name is Rumpelstiltskin. Ho!”
The clever Queen had sent by a very good spy,
To get his name and when she did, she wanted to fly.
The next day when he came, the Queen started guessing,
“Timber, Tom, Timothy or Tuessing?”
“No”, answered the man, who could from hay gold spin,
Then the Queen slyly asked, “Is it Rumpelstiltskin?”
The man was so angry that his foot he stamped,
And turned into a shelf of books all together crammed!
