Watch Out
Little girl witch is stirring the pot.
Brew might not be tasty, but it is hot.
Froggy takes a nap on the shelf above.
Unconcerned as a sleeping dove.
The cat’s eyes are huge, he is afraid.
He has seen other things little witch has made.
The mice are scurrying, hiding away now.
Before they hear the mighty pow!
For when the brew turns into a thing
There is no holding back its sizzle and sing.
It can come creeping along the floor.
And you will be annihilated forever more.
Unconcerned, the little girl witch is stirring
The cat is looking for a place, no longer purring.
In a few seconds he knows it will be too late.
BAM! Creatures left behind now will live their fate.
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