A child is my desire, hands to clean and stoke the fire. I peer into shadow light and hear a woman's woeful plight. Skip a jig on little legs! I've found a basket with some eggs! She can't do what's she's told, but the king insists he wants his gold. Should she fail, end is near. For a trade, I'll spare her tear. I'll dance right in and spin the stuff, then take what's mine soon enough.
Can you guess my name? Stop by Wednesday for the answer.
I gave you two clues!




