19 September 2012
There was an old woman She lived in the woods Deep in the darkest and tangliest roots Where gnarled trees twisted and tried very hard To trip unsuspecting and innocent folk
Her house was tumbling and falling right down It was made up of bones That she'd gathered and found She cooked on the fire With a big wooden spoon All manner of horrible, terrible things
If you looked in her larder You'd never eat there Or trust her to make you a tea But ask for a potion to heal all your ills And as healthy as healthy you'd be
The Old Witch • Opuss № I