Creepella the Evil Witch
She was no ordinary witch, and black was not her color oh no
she wore purple robes and red silk hats with bat thorns
as big and fat, as devil horns
Her name was Creepella but they called her the old hag
though barely 62 she was the skinniest bean on a tiniest rag
Once, she had so many kids and didn't know what to do
but then one day she ate them up served with rat tail stew
Whenever someone passed her way and yelled "bless you "
she'd put a spell on them, that no one could undo ...
She was no common witch and wore her shoes too bright
and when the ghost of Halloween came out to glean
she'd rob their candy send them crying, oh she was so mean
and when the kids were bold she'd called upon her big fat Moses
an evil cat from hell that when he meows, everything decomposes
No she was not an ordinary witch by far, she could drive faster then a car,
and turn a baby into tar, with nothing more then the suck of her breath.
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