The Baudelaires, a terrible tale,
Full of sorrow and woe.
For misfortune follows them
Wherever they must go.
Their story starts at the beach,
And then their lives had turned.
When Mr. Poe had tole them
That their house has burned.
When the children got the news,
They felt they were locked in a cage.
But they will get their parent's fortune
When Violet comes of age.
"You'll need a guardian," Mr. Poe said,
"And I'll find one for you."
Come to my house for a bit
And I'll see what I can do."
They saw their guardian, Count Olaf,
Standing at the door.
Then he told that the must
Do each an every chore.
For dinner that night, the Baudelaires
Made pasta with a sauce.
Count Olaf hated it,
And threw it with a toss.
Then Count Olaf went mad,
And locked Sunny in a cage.
"I'll get your fortune," he snarled at Violet,
"Before you come of age!"
"I'm very sorry," he said the next day,
"And I have a treat for you.
You can perform in my play,
Your lines are just 'I do!'"
The children all agreed,
But nervous they were very.
Since none of the orphans knew
That Violet would have to marry.
The got to the theatre,
And changed into different clothes.
They didn't know what to do,
For the plot only Olaf knows.
The Marvelous Marriage was Olaf's play,
The were at the marriage scene.
"I've got you now!" Olaf cried,
Not yet: Violet's just fourteen.
Then the police carried Olaf away,
And his sidekick with a hook.
"I'll get you Baudelaires," he shouted,
"Just wait for the second book!"