An insulted sorcerer took to spell
Went to the bush and waylaid
And before his enemy toed the line
In to a hyena, he transformed himself
Lurked behind a shady shrub in sulk
But at night time, a wayfarer carries a staff
And this he wasn't reckoning with
So when finally the wayfarer arrived
The mystic hyena pounced on him
Only to be surprised
By what was rammed on her
Oh me!
She cried out in human's brogue
Oh sorry, woo-weeee!
Now she'd recalled the hyena's howl
Forgotten yowl is forgotten self
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