Wicked Witch of the East
Little spider on the wall,
Why I wonder don't you fall?
Could it be because my shoe,
Has turned you into spider goo?
Little roach upon the floor,
Why is it you run no more?
Could it be that my shoe too,
Has turned you into insect goo?
Little fly upon the table,
Why don't you fly, are not you able?
Could it be, no more you flew,
Because of me, you're shoe goo too?
The roach, the fly, and spider too,
Left family who mourned their goo,
Above the goo, they cried boo hoo,
As bugs did rue, my evil shoe.