The Witch Who Couldn'T Fly

There was a witch who couldn't fly. She couldn't sit upon her broom like other witches in the sky. There was a witch who couldn't fly. She was so fat from thigh to thigh, her sweeper vanished in that gloom. There was a witch who couldn't fly. She couldn't sit upon her broom. There was a witch who couldn't stir her cauldron full of warted toad, eight spider legs, and kitty fur. There was a witch who couldn't stir. You'd think she was an amateur. The potion always overflowed. There was a witch who couldn't stir Her cauldron full of warted toad. There was a witch who couldn't scare the very snot from costumed kids. It really was a sad affair. There was a witch who couldn't scare. She was the joke of witches' lair for every single thing she did. There was a witch who couldn't scare the very snot from costumed kids. There was a witch who couldn't rhyme a magic spell so it would work. Her sisters laughed, a mocking chime. There was a witch who couldn't rhyme. She pushed them in a pot of slime. She killed them with a little smirk. There was a witch who couldn't rhyme a magic spell so it would work. There was a witch who lost some weight. Then she enrolled in witches' school. She learned to rhyme. Her spells were great! There was a witch who lost some weight. She learned to fly and navigate! To scare became her crafty tool. There was a witch who lost some weight. Then she enrolled in witches' school.