Deep in the woods my small hut is.
I have lived here for many years,
And mainly minding my own biz.
But then this young couple appears.
They say that they have gotten lost,
And would I be so kind as to
Let them rest some from their exhaust.
So what's an old lady to do!
I turned on my oven so that
More comfortable they would be,
Guests in my humble habitat.
Into the oven they pushed me.
As in the oven I do stew,
Hansel and Gretel - shame on you!
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