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POETRY
The Happy Witch
The potions brew in a cauldron like stew
There is a fresh portion of potion on the boil,
There is more rest and less of the toil.
Herbs and strange things are in the soup,
They rotate in the cauldron of the gloop.
Parts of creatures and ferns of all form,
Are now part of this colourful mix in the bowl.
The witch stirs the cauldron with great vigour,
These are her ingredients with her formula.
The witch is happy as she looks at her home,
There is a wide variety of books and spells around.
Magda the witch is happy to have her new home.
She does not need her broomstick to fly and roam.
The witch is overjoyed with her latest prize,
The hearts of two eagles and two newt eyes.
The spells she is ready to throw and cast,
She will destroy the Kingdom of Trag so vast.
The witch says a spell and she is transformed,
Into the most beautiful woman in that faraway land.
She has a special place beside the King, as Queen of the land,
It is all part of her destructive and well laid out evil plan.
