The children journeyed near the forest house
She stood there, watching and waiting
Not making a sound, as quiet as a mouse
The witch thought this ever frustrating

All she wanted was to make a stew
The ingredients, of course, did matter
Children, she thought, ah! Something new
She would whip up a nice tasty batter

Douse them with flour, throw in some eggs
Mix it all up with her broomstick
Heads and arms, tangled feet and legs
Straight into the oven, she was quick

Closed the door tightly, then shouted with glee
“Yes! Yes!! Such a fanciful notion!”
“I once heard that children are very tasty,”
Then came a sound, quite the commotion!

Looking about, she spied her creations
Escaping, they ran, hurried, for the door
Sighing, the witch, now lacking elation
“Oh well, I’ll just wait for two more.”

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