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I shall make my escape thereat and go to repay thy unselfish service to me . But know that the scissors move only when bidden in rhyme . Farewell . '' The Prince spent all the following time until midnight , trying to think of a suitable verse to say to the scissors . The art of rhyming had been neglected in his early education , and it was not until the first cock-crowing began that he succeeded in making this one : `` Giant scissors , serve me well , And save me from the Witch 's spell ! '' As he uttered the words the scissors leaped out of his hand , and began to cut through the wooden shutters as easily as through a cheese . In a very short time the Prince had crawled through the opening .