Evil Knievel Witch she was
Her ways were deep and dark
She fallowed in the densely land
She trapped men with a spark.
Her spells were cold, her spells were old
Her beauty out of reach
She always rode on a mare of gold
And lured men to her niche.
Then came a wizard
With long dark hair
Who rapt the evil witch.
Lured her blind, lured her cold
With the same spark she had hitched.
The wizard was fair and wee bit queer
The witch was poor at sight.
He slain her head, while she lay at night
and merrily danced around her mare.
