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The Witch!
Upon the fells I did then spy, A witch on a broom, up in the sky! The sky was dark; the moon was bright, As she cast her wicked spells this night ! I hid me then in an old oak tree, So that I not her eyes to see! I hid me then from this evil there, For I a child a child so fair! But flew she did then to the ground, And saw me hidden, and I was found! A cackle she did then raise to me, As I backed away in the old oak tree! Her face so ugly and set to fear, My fate with her then seemed so clear! That I be placed in a cooking pot, For her to eat, now she had got! A spell she did then cast on me! A spell to make me not to flee! My legs as numb as ice in snow, I could not run, nor could I go! But all at once as then by chance! The oak did speak and start to dance! It wailed its old and sad lament, And scorned the witch with heard intent! It tore its roots up from the ground, And laid me safe, and so then sound, Its boughs so great and strong to be, Did swipe the witch away from me! With cackled cry the witch did lie, In bruised and saddened state, The oak had beaten evil then, And saved me from my fate! And so she flew to heights anew, Another soul to find, The oak did creek its voice to me, In tears that were so kind, “No more then fear the witch” it said, "No spell by she, can you be led!" She will not harm thee now, no more, For you the forest does adore"!
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