My name, as many of you know, is Belle.

For all my life, I have lived here in France,

But old Gaston made life a living hell;

I planned to leave when first I had the chance.

My father left the town for work, you see,

Did not return; I set out after him.

I found him behind bars, down on his knees,

The guard made his escape look very grim.

So to the beast I offered up a trade,

Dad’s life for mine; it worked eventually.

Once the beast and I amendments made,

We fell in love (oh, beastiality).

Happily we lived forevermore,

Thanks to a spell, a beast he was no more.