There once was a silly mouse,
Who lived in an old witch’s house.
The witch’s house was covered with mold,
The mouse’s feet were always cold.
The witches calendar was out of date,
When the mouse went to meetings he was always late.
One day the witch was sick,
The disease she had was the Nose-a pick- pick.
The witch turned into a toad,
“Help me, Help me,” the old witch crowed.
The mouse got a doctor,
But all his medicine was with the pill concocter.
The mouse was sad he could not help,
The witch turned into an old piece of kelp.
The witch was almost dead,
It did not get better when she got hit in the head.
Now she is in bed,
We think she is dead.
Doctor Mccunaral,
Says ” She is to sick we must have a funeral.”

