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The New Witch
She stirs her pot, her cauldron, strong This witch’s wish is to live long On children’s eyes and parents’ hearts She says the words that so now start “Oh bubbling cauldron, my potion now thrive I stir into you all I need to survive The children, their eyes, they no longer see For youthfulness now, be granted to me The parents, their hearts, I’ve boiled in brew With intentions to drink, I do wish to do Be gone from me, age, oh wrinkled and worn Prepare me soft skin, like the day I was born Now, as the hour, it strikes its twelve notes Oh, evil take over and give me new coat Allow me the smile that I once possessed And I’ll trap all the men and kill all the rest” The witch, she then stirred and dropped down her spoon To stare for a moment at the bright autumn moon Her mind changed its action and so did her heart Though weathered and worn, it still knew its part She gave up her potion and turned then for spill She wanted no further part of the kill She wanted to live, yes, but alone is no way So the witch, she retired with kind thoughts for the day
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