WHEN NEAR A WICKED WITCH, BEWARE THE NOSE THAT MAKES A TWITCH

Everywhere I go in the food markets, I keep running into a witch,

I run fast to get away from her, before her nose begins a cast spell twitch,

I don't need any magic spells,

I take my vitamin pill jells,

Methinks I have been bigly spelled upon, because I have a full body itch.

THE LIFE AND TIMES OF RANDY SHORT BEARD

Randy's beard was too short, so they sent him away,

To the tribe of short beards, who work with the clay,

Randy painted clay pots,

With big dark, purple spots,

That is what Randy did, until his dying day.