• evil The evil queen sits on her throne,
    Look you there, and turn to stone,
    So hideous her heart is;
    How beautiful her face is.

    She spawns frogs, reptiles, bugs,
    Horrible things from her tongue,
    Beware, o weary traveler,
    Of the female's mighty temper.

    She's a witch with a crown on her head,
    Many fear her, and wish she was dead,
    Don't let her appearance fool you,
    Now keep this, to your heart be true.

    For only love can keep you safe from a witch,
    And only love can save you, for she's a witch,
    A dealer of devils and demons,
    Her palace with demonic minions. twisted