Little hero, speak the truth; we don't like liars here.
Are you in search of prizes to be won?
This isn't princess season, and our wolves don't live in fear.
So many stories ache to be undone.

There's always some small loophole you can struggle through,
Some ever-after no one could predict.
There's not a story clever fingers can't undo,
Now tell me, did you think I could be tricked?