Flying up in the sky
I can't believe it, oh my
Past them birds, through that cloud
Soaring by so loud
The wicked laugh
Hearing her yell "Feel my wrath"
Her face pale green
Eyes of grey if you've seen
Darkness heard in her tone
She'll turn your son into stone
Triangular hat thin and slick
Her foul odor will make you sick
One look will make you twitch
From this twisted, wicked old witch
