To many she's just a malignant bitch
But the truth is she's an evil witch
She boils up spells in her gingerdread house
And in her hair there lives a mouse!
Her smell, when near, offends the nose
For she has not time to wash her clothes
Black cats 'n goblins are friends and kin
They boil the bones of the slain within
Beware the wailing witch of moulsecoombe!
Her spells invoke your doom
(She's coming to get you)
Beware the wailing witch of moulsecoombe!
If you're a sinner
She'll eat you for dinner!
A cretinous oaf's her captive mate
Their offspring share their woeful fate
The scum-flecked walls, and haunted halls
Lying beyond the foreboding gate
Her own reflection is the best attack
Her ugly mush doth push her back
But there is a way to escape her wrath
By following the knightly chivalrous path
Witch of moulsecoombe - the boiler of seas
She beats the fearless warriors to their knees
Raising an army of skull-headed duds
The earth shakes with thunderous buttock-thuds
So rally the horses and assemble the men
We will ride out to meet this fat hen
Blow her away with the mace of doom
And send her fat ass spinning to the moon!
(Or thereabouts)
Beware the wailing witch of moulsecoombe!
Your reign is ending soon, we're coming to get you!
The wailing witch of moulsecoombe!
Her reign is ending soon, we're coming to get her!
But if you're a sinner
She'll eat you for dinner
Yes!
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