• "The wind! The wind!"
    We cried, we cried,
    The ugly witch
    who never spied
    the youth, the youth,
    upon her roof
    of sugar-plum delight.

    "Heaven-born wind!"
    I yelled, I yelled!
    How sweet her house
    of horror smelled!
    The taste, the taste,
    drowned me with haste
    upon her roof
    of sugary splendor.

    A strawberry shingle,
    a gingerbread brick,
    so many things to eat and lick!
    My mind abuzz with
    a sugar buzz,
    if only we were quick...

    Into the house of horror went we,
    the witch, the witch,
    my brother and me.
    And from her oven she supplied
    sweets galore,
    tide by tide.
    There was no time to run and hide,
    no time, no time,
    to run and hide.