your choice
the old witch can turn you into a stone with a flick of her wrist
Her intense incantation will make you writhe, scream, shout and twist
But I can turn you into a toad with a flash of my fluffy tail
So, what will it be – stone, toad, sand, or a gravel pit pail?
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