Request

Tell me something sweet about life,

Life without pain, stress and strife,

Something that will rise me to the skies,

Give me consolation and surprise,

Tell me something in your pleasant voice,

Something that will suit your taste and choice,

Something that will make the soul sing,

Something that will give me joy and wings.

Tell me something sweet, I beg you, dear,

Something that’ll kill my doubts, fear,

Something that will show me you’re near,

Tell me something sweet, my dear.

Jane Kislovskaya

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KINDRED SOUL

How good is to meet another soul,

One that perceives your vision and your call,

To realize that everyone is striving

To find a way of living and surviving,

To find that all have ups and downs,

At life sometimes smiles and sometimes frowns!

It’s good to learn from one’s experience and fears.

To make some points lucid, clear,

To understand that everyone’s unique

And common are the goals to which we stick.

Jane Kislovskaya

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MUSIC TO WITCH'S EAR

Down with children! Do them in!

Boil their bones and fry their skin!

Beat them, squeeze them,

bash them, mash them!

Break them, snake them,

slash them, smash them!

Offer chops with magic powder!

Say "Eat up!" then say it louder.

Cram them full of sticky eats,

Send them home still guzzling sweets.

And in the morning little fools

Go marching off to separate schools.

A girl feels sick and goes all pale.

She yells, "Hey look! I've grown a tail!"

A boy who's standing next to her

Screams, "Help! I think I'm growing fur!"

Another shouts, "We look like freaks!

There's whiskers growing on our cheeks!"

A boy who was extremely tall

Cries out, "What's wrong?

I'm growing small!"

Four tiny legs begin to sprout

From everybody round about.

And all at once, all in a trice,

There are no children! Only MICE!

In every school is mice galore

All running round the school-room floor!

And all the poor demented teachers

Are yelling, "Hey, who are these creatures?"

They stand upon the desks and shout,

"Get out, you filthy mice! Get out!

Will someone fetch some mouse-traps, please!

And don't forget to bring the cheese!"

Now mouse-traps come and every trap

Goes snippy-snip and snappy-snap.

The mouse-traps have a powerful spring,

The springs go crack and snap and ping!

It's lovely noise for us to hear!

It's music to a witch's ear!

Dead mice are every place around,

Piled two feet deep upon the ground,

With teachers searching left and right,

But not a single child in sight!

The teachers cry, "What's going on?

Oh where have all children gone?

It's half-past nine and as a rule

They're never late as this for school!"

Poor teachers don't know what to do.

Some sit and read, and just a few

Amuse themselves throughout the day

By sweeping all the mice away.

AND ALL US WITCHES SHOUT HOORAY!

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