Jane
(Who gazed at her reflection all day and became trapped inside a mirror)

Never was a child so vain
As selfish, stupid little Jane
For she was pretty and well dressed
But with herself she was obsessed
In her house on every wall
Stood a mirror, thin and tall
For hours on end she’d stand and stare
And twist and turn and flick her hair
Her father, walking past one day
Saw her gazing in this way
And realised that his little daughter
Wasn’t doing as she oughta
He sat her down and told a tale
That made her turn extremely pale
He talked of girls who care to much
About their clothes and hair and such
And warned her that if one more time
She looked and found herself sublime
She’d end up being caged behind
A looking glass, and so she’d find
That there she would be forced to gaze
On other folk for days and days
Her life would vanish, disappear
That was the thing she had to fear
She told herself this wasn’t true
For what else could she really do?
She longed too much to see her face
A joy that nothing could replace
And in the end she dared to peer
Into a mirror, standing near
Her image in the shiny glass
Seemed, she thought, to be first class
But as she started to admire
The situation turned quite dire
Her father’s words were surely right
For Jane was given quite a fright
As suddenly she somehow came
To be stuck in the mirror frame
The object of her own affection
She was trapped in her reflection
Never could she be let out
However much she’d scream and shout
For somehow we don’t hear or see
Her moving, speaking, thankfully
So young children understand
That self-obsession should be banned
For it can only cause you harm
Our hurt the ones you want to charm
You’ll end up just like little Jane
Who’s doomed because she was so vain
Also don’t do as you’d rather
Always listen to your father