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The witch's sight improved at nite

The woods grew tall, tall trees.

A cage of monkeys

A bowl of fish,

Buy me a loaf of bread,

She saw what tales could be told.

Squirrels live high, high up.

A bag of peanuts,

A box of crumbs,

When you're at the store.

Of clandestine thievery and repugnant trickery,

Squirrels run down, down the trunk,

A clown in the air

A tank in a room,

Two jars of peanut butter, too.

Cast in the cold cool light.  

Burying deep, deeper their future meals.

The ring master bows.

The algae spreads,

And don’t forget the jelly.