A WICKED WITCH

I’m a wicked, wicked witch am I
I travel the world on my magic broom
I cast my evil, magic spells
In the broth I mix in my dinghy room

I brew the broth in my cauldron huge
It’s my magic potion, an earthy stew
Bones and marrow a tricky soup can make
When they burn pink and rare upon the stake.

I’m a wicked, wicked witch am I
I can don any figure I choose to be
I can turn from mysterious fog to dust
In your life I can pour all my trickery

Beware curses fraught by an evil one
Voodooed and bedeviled to cause one doom
A witch’s enchantment if not undone
On your life a foreboding shadow loom

Yes, a wicked, wicked witch am I
If I can turn a prince into a frog
I can make you all just disappear
I can take you prisoners and make you slog

So don’t try to get the better of me
Cause I’m a witch, as wicked a witch can be.