In a town far away, where the wind did blow,
Stood an iron stove with a magical glow.
With flames that danced and embers that gleamed,
It whispered secrets, or so it seemed.
The magic stove, oh what a sight,
With flames that dance in the night.
In its warmth, tales untold,
In the heart of winter's cold.
One day a maiden, with a heart so pure,
Found the stove and its allure.
She kindled the fire with a gentle hand,
And listened closely to the stove's command.
The magic stove, oh what a sight,
With flames that dance in the night.
In its warmth, tales untold,
In the heart of winter's cold.
The stove revealed a secret deep,
Of a prince enchanted, in eternal sleep.
With courage in her heart, the maiden set out,
To break the spell, without a doubt.
Stood an iron stove with a magical glow.
With flames that danced and embers that gleamed,
It whispered secrets, or so it seemed.
The magic stove, oh what a sight,
With flames that dance in the night.
In its warmth, tales untold,
In the heart of winter's cold.
One day a maiden, with a heart so pure,
Found the stove and its allure.
She kindled the fire with a gentle hand,
And listened closely to the stove's command.
The magic stove, oh what a sight,
With flames that dance in the night.
In its warmth, tales untold,
In the heart of winter's cold.
The stove revealed a secret deep,
Of a prince enchanted, in eternal sleep.
With courage in her heart, the maiden set out,
To break the spell, without a doubt.