26 October 2012
Through the door There she lies The wicked witch The evil eyes
In her chamber Fire and stew Potions and pots Eyeballs too
Crooked fingers Casting a spell Making frogs and ghouls Humans fell
Through the night She flys so high Judging those she doesn't like Making little children cry
We see the witch high above Goodbye witch, goodbye.
The Witch • Opuss № I