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I’m an ugly old bag and I’m feeling down in the dumps.
And I don’t like bats because they make me jump.

Alas, I jumped into my witches brew
which then changed into a batch of glue.

The broom flies in with a bag of feathers,
and now I’m really feeling under the weather.

Now, I look like a clucky old chick.
Whoever would want me has gotta be sick!

Then a fox sneaks in and takes a look.
HE starts a fire; and I start to cook.

Now I’m gonna be a chicken dinner??!
Boy, today, I’m a real winner!!!