Witching Hour Wit

(hmmm...) (hahaha!) I read a book,

they called it a sin Because a woman's mind is where the

devils begin I solved a sum,

I cured a cold Now they say my soul's been sold (oh

please!)

Burn the witch, she knows her math She dared to laugh,

she crossed the path!

But my only spell is common sense In a world of utter

incompetence!

They brought a scale to weigh my wit

Against a goose, to see if I fit

I made a joke,

the judge turned red

Now they want to take my head (typical!)

Oh,

society fears what it can't confine So they build a fire for

this mind of mine A tragic end for a clever head They'd

rather see me quiet and dead

But my laughter will ring

in the historic breeze (hahahaha!) Long after you burn me at the

knees!