Once upon a time in a land far, far away,

Lived a little queen who wanted to slay.

She dreamed of a night out on the town,

If only she had a perfect gown.

“It’s giving big flop,” her mirror did say,

“Help me, oh please,” she texted her gays.

They tried boots, shoes, a look, and a fit,

Then the final ensemble, they knew this was it.

She ate, she cleared, she came here to slay,

She was no Sleeping Beauty, but she stunned them all day.

Honey, that’s the tea,

This isn’t Red Riding Hood,

Here in Manhattan, we have “The Little Diva That Could.”

But you couldn’t.

You couldn’t.

See you next year.