Hansel and Gretel (The real one)

People think they know this story,

I'll tell you the real one, don't you worry.

The story all read, the one we all know,

Was cooked up years and years ago. 

Mind you the first bit gets to stay,

The bit where in the middle of the day,

Hansel and Gretel were left alone,

And couldn't find their way home.

In the jungle, they roamed alone,

And reached a place far from home.

They saw a lady as thin as a stick,

Hung by two men whose pets were chicks.

They looked as scary as tigers,

And the chicks seemed afraid of these fighters.

Hansel and Gretel thought of rescuing her from the wicked,

Because to trap her, they surely didn't have a ticket.

They were hiding behind the lush green bushes,

And picked stones from the ground, unseen by the wicked,

They threw stones when the men were off guard, 

The men being frightened away did they dart.

Wounded were they and started to bleed,

Hurray! The lady was finally freed.

The men were frightened and ran away,

But forgot about the gold box kept on a tray.

The amount of gold was good for a lifetime,

The value of the box, almost divine.

The lady was Mathilda, mother their own,

Encaged by none other than their own step-mom.

Happy together, they ran to their hut,

The witch in their home had to be chucked.

The moment they all reached their hut,

Stepmother Ellen was a roasted mut.

Mathilda exclaimed that Ellen was a witch,

The family, she had tried to trick.

Ellen then vanished into thin air,

No longer did the family have to care.

The gold box gave them a good life,

For money, they didn't have to strive!