How the story rolls, magic's taught and history's told A glory hole, witch through cased her eyes of gold Those veins run cold, mystery's wife evades a soul Scaring to and fro, tearing through the snow As she makes her darling code, hoarding all the shoals Now her evil highness woes, kind of like Shakespearean prose Without the rose, have it as she sews Cruella grows, Horace and Casper stole So let the horror flow Black and white hair, elegantly cotton-framed A pony flair, witch christened cruel and creepy grace Always smoke the air, circling one large hampered face In her head, witch filled her space, was the one you wish to face As she aches her fate, nothing pleases her embrace As the biggest mistake, that cruel ever made Was when she left her cave, and started to rave As the love for her fades, our feelings won't change So my darling Cruella, we see through the grave So my darling Cruella, we see through the grave In her cold breath, lovely as the breath Bright angels sing with, and they tell again Taunting is so fair, there's no reason to part from her cold lair She has all of the loveliest and rare Things which frighten at first, but she'll soon wear She's a regional spark from the snow where Taking trolls through the dark, by the snow's glare As she listens for sparks in the night's air Always searching for marks on the white hair She's a regional spark from the snow where Cruel is so fair