The Wicked Witch, with the Wicked Itch
Once there was a wicked witch
Who woke up with a wicked itch
But everyplace she tried to scratch
There formed another itchy patch
She went to go and see the king
To see if he’d do anything
He said “You cursed our castle spindle”
And so, your itches will not dwindle
She flew out to the land of Oz
To see the Wizard there because
She heard his strength was mighty great
And hoped her itches he’d abate.
But when she came before his curtain
He said, 'Your sores will just keep hurtin.
I’ve got a bucket and I’ll douse,
Now go, before I drop a house---
-on you," And so the Witch departed.
But Oh! Her itchy sores they smarted!
And so she headed to the woods—
She hoped fresh air would do her good.
She had a little country place
Of gingerbread, and sugar lace
She asked if Hansel and if Gretel
Would make some ointment on their kettle
But they just laughed and ate her shutters
And washed it down then with her gutters
“I don’t think so, Mean Old Witch”
They said, “ We think you’ll have to itch.”
Desperate for an antidote,
She threw some apples in her tote
Then took off for the seven dwarves’
The place where Snow White rooms and boards.
But palest princess rushed her off
And as the witch left Snow White scoffed,
“Mirror Mirror on the wall,
You’ll be the Itchiest witch of all!”
And so, dejected, the witch went back
And in her bathroom on the rack,
She saw a bottle, full of pills---
At last she found her Benadryl.
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