Kill The Witch

You’re okay now,
Little sweet
The Wicked Witch of the West
We did defeat

The fairy spells
Penetrated her heart
And the wild dogs
Ripped her apart

You’re okay now,
Little sweet
The Wicked Witch of the West
We did defeat

The giants came
The giants went
The giants left
A large foot-print
They dented her face
And body, too
They dented the Witch
With their shoes

Do not cry,
Little one
This horrific tale
Has just begun

At her castle
We flung lumps of tar
And we made sure
Her flying monkeys didn’t get far
We sent dragons
Of different sizes and shapes
To capture her monkeys
Who were actually artificial and fake

The Witch was dead
And her monkeys, too
But there was still so much
We had to do
We had to scrape her skin
From the walls
And mop up her blood
From the floors
Wash her clothes
And bury her, too
Even a dead Witch
Was a burden, who knew?

You’re okay now,
Little sweet
The Wicked Witch of the West
We did defeat
Although I couldn’t help noticing
She only looked half dead
Maybe we should’ve just thrown
Water on her, instead.