Upon thy stone it very lay
I can cast a spell any day
On land nor bay
Never say nay
Upon thy spell I cast
You better run fast
It will hit you full blast
You'll never last
I can cast a spell
and future tell
You don't belong in a prison cell
you belong in the fiery hell
You are so frail
You scream like a bashee's wail
After I'm done, you'll be stale
It's not a fairy tale
After I am done with you
You'll be so blue
You are a weakling, is it not true?
Weak as Winnie the Pooh! |
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