That Witch
In a damp, dark cave
With her twisted evil laugh
She has help from all her slaves
As She practices her craft
She takes an eye of newt
Purees it with a frog
Throws in, a leather boot
And a few hairs from a dog
She speaks an incantation
And I'm awaked from the dead
Then pours this distillation
In a bowl, that's by the bread
You'd think she'd used a spell
'Cause I obey her like a fool
And grab my books and lunch box
As she sends me off to school
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