One of my wishes is that one of those dark trees would eat you alive.
Or instead I wish you would fall in a giant beehive,
Maybe I could curse you and you could run for the rest of your life.
Oh! Or I could make you marry the meanest and ugliest wife.
Maybe I’m being too harsh? For a few centuries you can live in a cave?
I could also just hex you to cut all down your face while you shave.
Maybe you’re not worth it all?
But it wouldn’t be my fault if you were, just to fall.
Oh well I did what I did, and you said what you said, but you said I was to blame,
But I’m not. But it still hurts a little when you say my name.