While her voice had a strange and a terrible sound

When she answered what Riding-hood said,

For alas, the grandmother was dead.

And Little Red Riding-hood sprang with a bound

Through the doorway and hastily fled,

Oh, my,

In terror she hastily fled.

[Pg 11]

[Pg 11]

WITCH BROTH

Witches, witches in a tree,

Brew your broth of mystery.

Snail and toad and lizard in it—

Tail of cat and tongue of linnet,

Rabbit's foot and wing of bee—

Witches, witches, none for me.

[Pg 12]

[Pg 12]

JUST LIKE OTHER CHILDREN

Two little Gobolinks one day

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