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Ballad: Wicked Old Witch

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

Her appearance was homely but her intentions were just

to watch the four children play until dusk.

The poor old witch never had a play mate

for all the young children were filled with hate.

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

The poor, ugly witch, from the moment she was born,

attracted with her appearance all laughter and scorn.

Her strange, green physique was all but comely,

leaving her sad, unwanted and lonely.

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

As she sat waiting under the dying sun,

the wicked witch realized the children would not come.

Had they spotted her in her small hiding place?

Had they been scared away by her sad, olive face?

 

The wicked old witch sat, waiting in the hay,

for the four little children to come out to play.

She wanted only to innocently watch them have fun

while shielding herself from the setting sun.

 

As the sad wicked witch skulked all the way home,

she decided that some day, she would roam

to a brand new place where the children play,

even if she searched, day after day.

 

The wicked old witch sits, waiting in the hay,

for new little children to come out to play.

She wants only to join them in their fun

and feel the rays of the warm, setting sun.

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