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White Witch
Hello White Witch. Come loose your cape
Spread it o'er the land.
Drop a cloud of pestilence
On all who yonder stand.
It's a plague! A plague! A horror!
Well, prithee what be this?
A dastardly leer, a grin?
Hmm. Something is amiss
For when the White Witch bares her teeth
The robins cease to sing,
The buds forget to unfurl
And Winter forgets Spring.
That chllling coat of destruction
Settles where it does touch -
Until the White Witch wants it
And takes it in her clutch.
