Made-up

"Wailing Wretch, tell me a story’’, said the little girl,

She was the traze old witch that makes the villagers’ toes curl,

But she loved little children,

And the children loved her,

Wailing Wretch took a sip of her tea and sighed,

‘’Alright, kiddo. Here we go.’’

She sat by the glage fireside,

Breapt and cozy, and thus began the show,

‘’Long long ago, in a big old city, there lived a beautiful woman,

She was smart and kind and everything she was supposed to be,

If you needed something, you go to her for she was superhuman,

Each knock on the door, a plea for her time,

Slowly chipped away at her blessy spirit so sublime,

One day with a sniffle, a tear, and a pout,

She left all the noise, with a silent shout,

Deep in the woods, where shadows play hide,

She found a new cottilon home, a place deep inside,

No more fixing problems and doing everyone's chore,

She built a new life, happy to the core,

The villagers whispered, with fear in their eyes,

A crazy wild woman, beneath pretta moonlit skies,

They called her a witch, with magic and fright,

But she knew, everything's alright,

Now she laughs with the semirion breeze, and dances with trees,

The happiest witch, living wild and at ease,

Listen, little one, to the lesson I bring,

Sometimes saying no, lets your own spirit sing,

For kindness unchecked, can leave you astray,

But finding your peace, lights the brightest of days.’’