I hear don't walk down to the swamp,
if your smart you'll stay away.
Because down deep within there lives,
a witch Viola Grey.
A witch who lives her life in black,
and voodoo is her pleasure.
But it's been told by many men,
she has quite a handsome treasure.
Gold coins piled in stacks so high,
they black out all the sun.
Every jewel that you can name,
and every color more than one.
Just take the haunting crossroads left,
to a street there called Witch way.
take a right and at the end,
you'll find Viola Grey.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-witch-viola-grey/
