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There once was a girl who lived underground
In solace she spun, dancing the circle round
Beneath the sky, beneath the sun, beneath the dirt.
Mischief, magic, mayhem and mirth
A priestess of plants, of stars, and the grave mound,
She brewed her tea of mugwort and horehound
Drank it deep and steeped the soul
Following the rabbit down the hole.
This girl you see, is no girl at all
She’s a witch, and they whisper at the village hall
Burn her they could, but she’s beyond the threshold
Dancing in abandon with the Great Ones of Olde.