Very Rumpelstiltskin,
Your Father made a boast,
Very Rumpelstiltskin,
You do it, or you're toast!
Thirteen pounds of straw sits,
By the spinning wheel,
You've got overnight, Girl,
What a wicked deal!

When the king with the axe,
Says to make gold from flax,
Or he'll snuff her,
Rumpelstiltskin saves the day!

Very Rumpelstiltskin,
He wants it done again,
That's his way of proposing,
What a royal pain!
Me thinks that he scares ya,
But you dare not disobey,
You'll wear a tiara,
Until your dying day!

When you run out of rings,
And necklace & things,
What can you offer?,
Rumpelstiltskin takes the babe!

Very Rumpelstiltskin,
He looks just like a gnome,
Very Rumpelstiltskin,
Sneak up to his home.
Peek into his window,
Listen through the glass,
When you hear him singing,
You'll know his name at last!

When he stomps down so hard,
That he sinks in your yard,
In a huffer,
Rumpelstiltskin goes away!