A happy little witch

found herself a man

Quickly like a weasel

after him she ran

Wanted to give him

a rose

Accidently she happened

to pinch his nose

The witch felt a little

bit bad

Wasn´t her intention

of making him sad

Casting a spell trying

to reduce the bruise

Got it all wrong

turned him into a goose

~This simply wasn´t the best of days~

Playing with the thought

That a lovely man she

had caught

Oh well....

That will have to be

another day

Cause this one

just flew away