Crazy Witch With Six Ugly Cats
Over the hill past the wizened hollow tree with wild bats
Lives a renowned crazed witch with six notoriously ugly cats
She eats lean meats. Her felines eat their left-over fats.
On Halloween eve they dine on sixty-seven chosen sewer rats.
Sautéing them in fabulous thick gravy, steamed in bubbling vats.
You want to know more? Come let’s have one of my cozy chats.
I know all about the witch and her gloriously gloomy ugly cats.
I hear they all dress in tuxedos, and wear shiny polished spats.
They are crabby and cranky, and shove skeletons down on mats.
I am not afraid to tell you, for I have heard the rumors at the flats.
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