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There was a cute witch with a heart of gold.
She always wanted to please which never got old.
She was pretty and smart. A happy child too.
When she was around no one was blue.

If zombies or goblins or mummies were about.
They minded their manners, were certainly no lout.
Because she had made friends of all of them in the gully.
They knew better to tease, torment or bully.

She was an upstander. She stood up and asked people to stop
If they tried to be mean to anybody, she made them drop.
They would have to do a thousand pushups and apologize.
That’s a lot, and they had to do it before the next sunrise.

So the ones who did not get it for a while were awfully thin.
They had to do those pushups again and again.
But the ones who understood used words of polite.
At least until upstander cute witch was way out of sight.

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