Barry Louis Polisar - The Witch lyrics

A woman lived alone, not far from a town In a run-down old house that was falling to the ground The children in the neighborhood would taunt her and laugh They'd tease her all the time; said she never took a bath They said her house was haunted, they'd scream and yell and jeer They'd throw things in her yard, they'd point at her and sneer They said she was a witch and they made fun of her clothes They'd laugh at the warts that were growing on her nose After years of being taunted, she could finally take no more She offered each an apple that was poisoned to the core She grabbed them by the hair while their posioned bellies ached Then threw them in her oven and cooked them into cakes She'd put them in her kettle, she baked some into pies; She'd puree them, souflle them, muffling their cries. Now theres a lesson or two that I think can be had 'bout what makes some good and makes others bad If you shut people out or push them away Don't be surprised to find one day That all your friends are gone and you're in a stew And those that you've shut out are devouring you