I have a secret. . . My Mama’s a witch! If you don’t believe me,
Just watch her nose twitch.
Beneath her black clothes, Her skin’s green and wrinkled, When the thunderstorm struck, Oh my, her eyes twinkled! She dances with passion, But then limps with a grin, Upon closer inspection, She has moles on her skin. Eyes of green emerald Cast looks that can harm, So don’t you be fooled By her warm wicked charm! Take note of my warning, Run whilst you still can, I’m just like my Mama And we’re hatching a plan. . .
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