Balloon Witch
balloon witch matched her outfit with her balloons from her shelf
She would turn in the mirror this way and that, embellishing herself
If she wore purple and pink, her balloons might be those colors and white
She went nowhere without her balloons, they were her signature all right
If you did not see the balloons, you would not see the balloon witch
Matching was everything to her, she went nowhere without this little glitch
But what is she does not have the right colors? Someone asked me.
She has a magic cauldron that spits gowns and coats out totally free.
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