I knew this guy,
he used to shout, he used to yell.
I did not cry,
but often thought I would cast a spell.
So I got some claws, crows feet,
some worms and honey so sweet.
mixed all together, stirred it well
this should fix him, my treat.
I mixed it in his dinner,
now he's a little thinner.
Strange enough also quiet and calm,
glad this worked, didn't have to use the bomb.
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