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