The witch seeks, the bunnies bleed, and all the workers of an old town feed. Soon it becomes grave just like the dust that covers their face. The witch takes Hansel and Greddle in a forest alone Begging she'll take care of them and won't eat them at all. And when they sleep she crept, in a house that wept, in the nighttime where they slept she put her hands around their necks. She grabbed them and pulled they struggled in her grip of force They scream and cry as she blows out the candle light She stirs up a stew of parts of a delicious two. :-)