Olivia Owl Turned into a Witch
Olivia a hoot owl with an attitude
swooped down to spy a witch’s food
the witch was in a horrible mood
she turned the owl into a witch - kind of rude
I am sure she did not mean for me to always be this way.
Thought the new witch, angry at the other witch every day.
But she was wrong, the other witch meant for her to stay.
Eventually she got used to it and bridge these two would play.
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