I’ve seen her strolling down the woodland path

No care in the world no love in her eyes

A liar she is with her family and friends

The only one who sees like I is the black cat calling me Elend

I bite my thumb till bloody and raw

She has stolen from the baker, craftsman and shopowner again

A thief she is such a wretched beast

Only the goat bleats saying indeed

The third month now in the winters of June

I see her in the moore, chewing up the fig pie she is unaware of what I laced

The cat hisses and the goat maa

With glee and cheer I curse the dreadful dear

She looks up with questions then turns a deep blue

Throwing and yelling at me

Horrid, mean, malicious and green

Compared to her Snow White innocence like that of a sheep

I do not care as she’s sullied herself, hands pink and pricked from poison ivy

A curse I yell

A curse she cried

And left her alone we did

Not turning back as I sat with the cat and goat as we flee