The witch, the one we knew would eat small boys
That witch was you, the ogre thief of toys
Your face would show up in the door, and say
"I'll have you no-good vermin pay some day!"
We miss you, ugly, now that you are gone
Our mortal fear for treading on your lawn
Was spice for our adventures every day
So peace, old foe: We love you where you lie
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