The WITCHer
When a humble PM Graced a ride along With Devdas of India Along came this song From when the brown dev fixed A four-jay-logged threat With his PRs affixed Hoping for a brevet They came after me With masterful deceit Wrote me down a notice Instead of a praise While the devil's words Minced our tender ears And so cried the WITCHer We can't get a raise So toss a coin to your WITCHer O' Valley of Plenty O' Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to Your WITCHer O' Valley of Plenty
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