The tale of Amelia Barkhard

Round and round the witch is in town. She bakes her cookies all year round. When the moon laughs and the wind whispers, just know she's waiting for you behind her wisher. She sings, she laughs and might even make you smile but be careful! Don't be fooled by her magic, it's vile! Cookie, cookies! Yummy, yum! 1 kid , crunch! She got you now for her evening lunch! 

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