Hubble, bubble, toil and trouble,
whatever is said, you must act on the double,
strategic lines to be spun, to attract the desired,
whatever it takes, a delivery boy’s hired
That slice of the cake, is for lining her lair,
and the boy can be eaten, without a care.
But the witch is flawed, for she has little wisdom,
a lack of knowledge, of an ages old system,
her wand is useless, her magic is tested,
for nothing of substance, has been invested.
In the face of strong jaws, the boy doesn’t cower,
for he knows above all, that knowledge is power.