The witch they say is a monster beyond compare

When passing by the woods to always beware

That she is a hag with green skin and warts

That she hunts children down and eats them for sport

Her spells that will put you under her control

Ultimately she is after your immortal soul

The witch lives alone surrounded by the wild

Her taste is more for fresh fruits instead of a child

Her spells are for purity and peace

For the drought that plagues her garden to cease

There she grows herbs for rituals to her gods

Although her prize-winning pumpkins deserve applause

Burn the witch! She will hurt you any way she can!

She will try to take away your ignorance and make you understand.