Little Blonde Witch

Little blonde witch with a sweet mind of her own Ran off from a horrible mean nasty Halloween poem I cannot be terrible, she said. I am a really nice child. The page with the print understood wholesome mild. Come on back, and we will rearrange the letters she said. I don’t like them myself for they are scary enough to wake up the dead. So the little blonde witch ran back and agreed to make an amend, If the poem could be sweet, and nothing that would offend.