Witch stole the orb
From the wardrobe
Bore ore for the portal sure to distort the cosmos
Mortal had to keep em hidden
Folklore swore that to teleport was forbidden
And those when caught were gore-ridden
Tore in four by Hade's claw
The poor lady!
But her broomstick was too quick for the underworld
Wonder girl flew slick to the sun in a shunner's swirl
Left two portals in her place
One to the sea and one to the space
A weary traveller would soon unravel her creation
Flung like dung into a hellish condemnation
Ya see that's just the curse of the forest
Who knew the forked hoodoo was so horrid
What to do?
A blot from the witchy pot
Leave you scratching your head till you forget about the itchy spot
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Witch stole the orb
From the wardrobe
Bore ore for the portal sure to distort the cosmos
Mortal had to keep em hidden
Folklore swore that to teleport was forbidden
And those when caught were gore-ridden
Tore in four by Hade's claw
The poor lady!
But her broomstick was too quick for the underworld
Wonder girl flew slick to the sun in a shunner's swirl
Left two portals in her place
One to the sea and one to the space
A weary traveller would soon unravel her creation
Flung like dung into a hellish condemnation
Ya see that's just the curse of the forest
Who knew the forked hoodoo was so horrid
What to do?
A blot from the witchy pot
Leave you scratching your head till you forget about the itchy spot
From the wardrobe
Bore ore for the portal sure to distort the cosmos
Mortal had to keep em hidden
Folklore swore that to teleport was forbidden
And those when caught were gore-ridden
Tore in four by Hade's claw
The poor lady!
But her broomstick was too quick for the underworld
Wonder girl flew slick to the sun in a shunner's swirl
Left two portals in her place
One to the sea and one to the space
A weary traveller would soon unravel her creation
Flung like dung into a hellish condemnation
Ya see that's just the curse of the forest
Who knew the forked hoodoo was so horrid
What to do?
A blot from the witchy pot
Leave you scratching your head till you forget about the itchy spot
Writer: Jaxon Pollard
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid