In a cozy cottage, by the rolling hills,
Lived three sisters, with spinning wheels.
With wool in their hands, and smiles so bright,
They spun and they twirled, from morning till night.
Oh, the spinning sisters, with threads so fine,
Creating wonders, with every line.
With a spin and a whirl, they'd work all day,
Bringing magic to life, in every way.
Their fingers danced, with skill and grace,
As they spun their tales, in every space.
From dawn till dusk, their wheels would hum,
Creating beauty, from the wool's soft drum.
Oh, the spinning sisters, with threads so fine,
Creating wonders, with every line.
With a spin and a whirl, they'd work all day,
Bringing magic to life, in every way.
In a cozy cottage, by the rolling hills,
Lived three sisters, with spinning wheels.
With wool in their hands, and smiles so bright,
They spun and they twirled, from morning till night.
Oh, the spinning sisters, with threads so fine,
Creating wonders, with every line.
With a spin and a whirl, they'd work all day,
Bringing magic to life, in every way.
Their fingers danced, with skill and grace,
As they spun their tales, in every space.
From dawn till dusk, their wheels would hum,
Creating beauty, from the wool's soft drum.
Oh, the spinning sisters, with threads so fine,
Creating wonders, with every line.
With a spin and a whirl, they'd work all day,
Bringing magic to life, in every way.