There once was a witch
who lived in the woods.
She went to the towns
and sold all her goods.
She had her own garden
and animals to spare.
She showed off her crystals
and never hid her prayers.
The townsfolk looked on
with growing distaste
as she sold her goods,
they want her erased.
So they gather their torches
with pitchforks and hounds.
They march to her house
and defile her grounds.
The crows all fly fast
to warn her they yell.
They give her the time
to cast her big spell.
When the townsfolk arrive,
they can't believe their eyes.
As the house started to rise,
they let out startled cries.
Now, she lives among the clouds.
Where she alone was always roused
by the chirping birds and crows
high up in her floating house.
Jul 5, 2020
Jul 5, 2020 at 11:10 AM UTC
There once was a witch
who lived in the woods.
She went to the towns
and sold all her goods.
She had her own garden
and animals to spare.
She showed off her crystals
and never hid her prayers.
The townsfolk looked on
with growing distaste
as she sold her goods,
they want her erased.
So they gather their torches
with pitchforks and hounds.
They march to her house
and defile her grounds.
The crows all fly fast
to warn her they yell.
They give her the time
to cast her big spell.
When the townsfolk arrive,
they can't believe their eyes.
As the house started to rise,
they let out startled cries.
Now, she lives among the clouds.
Where she alone was always roused
by the chirping birds and crows
high up in her floating house.
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