She is a little bewitcher
The little servant of
Wicca
Who has ensnared my
heart
Which I opposed from
the start
I was happy being
single
But she has made my
senses tingle
And she used her
Wiccan ways
Against all resistance
raised
It is not some
fanciful notion
To blame an exotic
potion
Or the casting of a spell
To bewitch me quite so
well
Now she bends me too
her will
And gently holds me
still
Then this little
Wiccan miss
Captures my soul with
her kiss
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