Sat toasting in the sun.
Lots of pretty birds chirping; flitting around
Then all of the sudden there were none
For Bernice; the wicked old witch
Was jealous of her beauty; her money
And man, her marshmallow land
And also she was snooty.
Quick as a flash she snatched Susie up
Bagged her, gagged her, and took her.
But dashing Sir owen saw it all happen,
He thinks Susanna's a looker.
He chased after the witch on his horse Gumby
To the witch's castle
They rode quite quickly through the wood
It was such a hastle
Then at the castle with Susie tied up,
Owen burst through the doors
"Let my love go!" Bernice then said "NO!"
"Then I'll mop you off the floors!"
Then out of his pocket, a flask Owen pulled
Hot chocolate it contained
He doused old Bernice who sizzled and spat
All her body was drained
Owen cut Susie down, picked up her crown
And nestled it on her head.
"Thank you my lord, I was so very scared."
"At last Bernice is dead"
They rode off on Gumby all happy and joyful
Back to their land
There were parties and laughter
And not too soon after owen had her hand.
By: Jessica M. and Owen S.
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