Was it her face the mist belies
The glow of green held piercing eyes
These woods I dare to walk this night
Are shimmered still by fear and fright
When Aggy lived and walked the earth
Her eyes were rumored since her birth
To hold the power of a witch
To summon darkness, black as pitch
Should you be lured into her lair
Within her voodoo to ensnare
Her bidding then forevermore
Your fate to follow, fast and sure
Yet through the woods, this Hallow’s Eve
Despite the mist sent to deceive
I risk where she is known to dwell
Where eyes of Aggy cast their spell
Yashy and Aggy
They like to waggy
their tails
and they've got nice nails
Yashy likes mashy
Aggie likes Maggie
They both like Radi
And they both hate Abby :(
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