Deep within the mystical ancient grove,

Sits a little witch on a toadstool with her magical toad,

Knights and princesses come by,

Telling the witch their life’s story,

They wonder at this and ask why,

The witch smiles and bids them be on their way with a new spell in hand,

To make their aspirations as easy to reach as candy at a free-for-all stand,

The witch asks for no price to pay,

Because she knows what’s well on the way. 

For each princess and each knight,

A simple spell never can make anything that easy,

Or make everything alright. 

So the princesses and knights come and go,

And spells the witch does sew,

For all manner of being; from highest of royality the peasant- lowest of the low.

The magical toad asked her once, why she never asked for payment….

The witch smiled and said to the toad, “The payment is in the duty, and the magic is in the heart. I just give others a place to which they can realize that magic; a place within the heart.”

Deep within the mystical ancient grove,

Sits a little witch on a toadstool with her magical toad…