Literature
Poor Unfortunate Meal
I admit that in the past I've been a nasty
They weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch
But who could really blame them
When I simply loved to eat them
And now a new one has come to be my meal
That's you
Now I know you must be frightened
It's only natural after all that you would
But dear lady, please don't cry
Because you are now mine
So please just give up, I promise you'll taste divine
Poor unfortunate meal
In pain, in need
This one's simply a little girl
That one's already in her teens
And I eat them?
Yes indeed
Those poor unfortunate souls
So sad, so true
They moan and they struggle
Crying "No, Ursula, please"
And I eat them?
