From the coven
Fiery promises were made
Hot as oven
Coming to the witches aid
Three old hags
Dancing round in rags
They stand with staffs
They attended to their staff
The whole world in your hands
Moon for you to hold
The sun under your control
For you to move or roll
Oh!!! The promises rings
Coming at her juicy and sweet
With excitement, her familiar tweets
Giving echoes that widely rings
There is a mission
A mission for every reward
Free gift will be too odd
So gladly she accepts her mission
Never is the truth ever told
There is something they withold
An extra bargaining power
In case you shiver or cower
The success she desires came
Now for her reward and pay
They said 鈥淛ust a little more play"
鈥淎 little bit of game"
So the list grew
A unending flow of brew
A new task to do again
The whole world she stands to gain
The game never ends
At the end of every end
You emerge with a new task
Prizes dangling to move you to the task
Yet again but...
