Hear ye, hear ye, all and sundry
hearken to my tale of woe,
here I stand, all groanie-moanie
dealt a bitter witch's blow.
There was I, a golden oldie,
wifey, son and daughters two,
simple life all cuddly-wuddly,
enemies were far and few.
Then last Apple-blossom Sunday
in the woods to gather fruit,
youngest daughter, lucky ducky,
finds a ring beside a root.
Back at home for munchie-wunchie
daughter's ring her finger fits,
dances round with hokey-pokey,
loves that ring to dong-dang
Door bursts open - bitchy witchy!
Says we stole her magic ring,
daughter's heart goes
wicked witch begins to sing:
"Eye of newt and toadie-woadie,
spider's blood and mad dog's
conjure with me, creepy-crawlie,
make these thieving children
Next day early, wakey-wakey,
feels just like a nasty dream,
at the table, brekky-wekky,
daughter Minnie starts to scream.
Slowly she goes shrinky-winkie.
ring falls off and rolls away,
thinner daughter - holy-moley!
I don't quite know what to say.
Daughter Dawn is snoozy-woozy,
can't quite get her brain awake,
great idea from Mumsey-wumsie,
gives her coffee-flavored cake.
Brother Bill is mamby-pambie,
laughs aloud at nothing there,
sees my face, gets giggly-wiggly,
sits there laughing in his chair.
Wife blames me, gets snarly-warly,
spell has gone straight to her
grabs a knife, goes swishy-wishy,
I run out before I'm dead.
Now my life is topsy-turvey,
knifey-wifey's gone insane,
sits and stares all airy-fairy
says that spiders eat her brain.
Yawnie Dawnie's sleepy-weepy,
Silly Billy thinks it's fun,
Skinny Minnie's teensy-weensy,
can't you help me - anyone?
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