How the library (not the prince) saved Rapunzel - Wendy Meddour

With the wind in his hair, and blowing his hooter,
Along came the prince on the back of a scooter.
"Rapunzel, Rapunzel, please let down your hair!"
Called the prince from down on the bottom stair.
But Rapunzel just sat -
As still as a wall;
She didn't think much of the prince at all.

Rapunzel sits on the sixteenth floor of an inner city block, bored, dreaming and looking out at the rain. No one can rouse her from her apathy, not the milkman or the postman or the baker or her aunt - or even the prince. But when at last a letter is delivered, it contains news that has Rapunzel on her feet again. She has a new job at the library! And suddenly her life is busy, sparkling, exciting and stimulating. "For despite her long hair and her ravishing looks, she loved nothing better than reading good books!"