How the story rolls

Magic's taught and history's told

A glory hole

Which through gazed her eyes of gold

Those veins run cold

Mystery's wife evades her soul

Scaring to and fro



Tearing through the snow

As she makes her darling coat

Hoarding all the shawls

Now her evil highness rose



Kind of like Shakespearean prose

Without the rose

Avid as she sows

Cruella grows

Horace and Jasper stole

So let the horror flow



Black and white in hair

Elegantly gaunt in frame

A boney flare

Which christened Cruel with creepy grace

Always smokey air

Circling one lurch, Hepburn face

In her head which filled the space

Was the one hellacious taste

As she aims her fate

Nothing flees her sore embrace



As the biggest mistake that Cruel ever made

Was when she left her cave and started to reign

As the love for her fades

Our feelings won't change

So my darling Cruella

We see through the grey



In her cold glare

Loveliest and rare

Frightened you'll soon wear

And this elegantly haunting is so fair

Theres 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 this nowhere

And this elegant loveliness so fair

Taking strolls through the dark by the moon's glare

As she listens for barks in the night air

Always searching for marks on the white hair



Cruel, you're so fair