A Witch Made Me Rich
I found a little witch,
Tied up in a ditch.
She was very surprise,
When I uncovered her eyes.
Looking up at the sky,
She let out a happy cry.
And began to talk,
As she picks up a rock,
She hands it to me -
Saying, "soon you'll be,
Very, very rich;
For saving a witch."
"I am very thrilled,
And over that hill,
Your fortune awaits you;
Much happiness too."
She thanked me that day,
Then was on her way.
I, indeed, became rich -
But never again saw the witch.
Copyright © Carol B Tyre | Year Posted 2007
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