Potions all around,
Spells and enchantments,
Are their only sounds.
Hiding in the woods
Where no sane person goes,
They just can't wait,
To turn you into a toad.
Skulking in the shadows,
Waiting for their prey,
The innocent little person,
Who just gets in their way.
Beware of the evil cunning witches,
Before they fly your way.

