Answer:
These women make princesses scrub floors and sometimes try to poison them with apples.
Sugar on a stick. The kids love licking them
When we stand up it lies flat. When we lie back it stands up.
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Why shouldn’t you give Elsa a balloon?
What is it that makes tears without sorrow. And takes its journey to heaven?