The Witch, the Witch
Deep in the Bangal Forest, where the Green River flows,
there lives a witch.
Yes, a real witch! Spells and all.
This witch, with eyes of piercing blue.
She can make all your dreams come true.
My elfin friend told me it was true!
He told me, she keeps her Belrog in a cage made of red rage.
'This cowgirl does not believe!' says I to my magic friend.
This witch, she rides a white dragon with glee.
Through the magic land, to the mountain of Self Measure.
Surely I cannot believe, am I being deceived?
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