If you come to our village, I hope you Don’t get eaten by the Hill Witch
She lives just yonder the foliage; Oh you don't want to hear about the Evil Bitch,
She has prodigious strength And the speed of a Gazelle
She has zero style but Imports cosmetics from Brazil
My Nanna, saw her once taking away a boy who wouldn’t eat his Vegetables
She changed him to a horse and kept him in her Stables,
She’s a shriveled crone, 1000 years old One look turns you to Stone
Then she gorges on your living brain; Through the Bone
She lives in the crooked tree on the hill and has a pet Bear
She might be ugly but she wears a Versace gown the ladies Swear
She once happened to change a Woman into a Cow
Her husband said Not much of a Change, Anyhow
She flies on her skeleton broom, Grinning like a Goblin
And she walks on her stump toes, Cloppin an' Hobblin
She makes a mean unicorn soup And loves a Gremlayn Stew
But what she really craves for is some cold Mountain Dew
Now you take care intrepid wanderer, you may think me Silly
But over this road lies the path that crosses the witch Hilly,
She is on a Diet the village folk Says
Don't stray Or you might see the End of Days.
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