A wizened witch of wizardry,
With warts and wooden teeth,
And weird-like cries, like banshee ghosts,
Lived west of Warlock Heath.
The Heath was wet, with winds so wild,
The witch had withered wings,
With waffled edges like a bat,
Which flapped like wilting things.
She tried to wrest the winds so wild,
Her withered wings to soar,
But neither which the witch would...
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