In a small French town;
Lived a smart, pretty Belle
Her father was a clown;
Their story I will tell.
Father went on a trip;
The girl stayed home to read.
Man asked for hand and lip;
Wanted after by greed
Her father lost his way;
After him she soon fled.
Captive for all her days;
Tower nought but a bed.
Sent to bed with no food;
For tea she was their guest.
Exploring was her mood;
Master wasn't his best.
Wonderings in West Wing;
For her that was enough.
Shudder in cold, not sing;
Saving her life was rough.
Beast learns to love and care;
Teaches to read and dance.
He loves her smile, her hair;
Slowly, budding, romance.
To set her free was hard;
Care for her pa she must.
Thrown away like old lard;
By man who once had lust.
Village went to attack;
Thought Belle wasn't right mind.
They soon came racing back;
The servants were not kind.
Beast was consumed by grief;
His death was hatred, raw.
Belle's voice was his relief;
Hands and feet from his claw
Prince he was born to be;
Begins a new chapter
To Belle he said, "I'm me."
Happy ever after