When I was fishing in the ditch,
I met a toad who was a witch.
She said, “I’ll turn you green as cheese,
With hair of seaweed, eyes like peas.
Then I’ll add a spiky tail
And keep you in a dinner pail!”
I kept on fishing in the ditch
And told that toad who was a witch,
“No! I’ll turn YOU orange instead
With a carrot nose and a pumpkin head
And maybe not any feet at all
So you can’t hop but only crawl.”
“ABRACADABRA!” she chittered loudly.
“ALACAZAM!” I chanted proudly.
She slunk away with a sneaky snigger.
I was a witch, too, and I was bigger!