The witches cast a spell
Something that you can't tell
They cast it on a boy
Then he turned into a toy.
The boy was very scared and sad
But at the same time he was mad
He wanted to go back to his form
Then something happened and he became a worm.
He thought he would be killed
Then his stomach churned with guilt
It was his fault after all
Because his mom told him there'll be witches in fall.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem