A child at risk leads to a hopeless trade.
And now I need your help. Please PayPal me
To spare the innocent, lest all hope fade.

My dying father had no wealth, and prayed
For any suitor who would marry me.
A child at risk leads to a hopeless trade.

He claimed that gold from straw I made.
I never told him how they threatened me,
To spare the innocent, lest all hope fade

A stranger came to spin if he’d be paid.
I was too young to choose responsibly
A child at risk leads to a hopeless trade.

And now the baby’s born, and I’m afraid.
I need the spinner’s name. Then I’ll be free
To spare the innocent, lest all hope fade.

I’ll buy a list of names, if I am paid.
So stranger, can you send some cash to me?
A child at risk leads to a hopeless trade

Originally posted on Making Light, as an attempt to write fairy tale 419 spam.