'Bout Granny W.

You are a witch, but have grown old,
Your feet were warm, but now they're cold,
Yor spells and magic worked just fine,
But now are sadly in decline...

Munkericks

There once was a witch in The Hague,
Whose spell casting was more like a plague.
A pretty munk then she met,
Triend to make him her pet,
Now her magic has turned pretty vague...

There once was a young Gascon bard,
Who reckoned his singing was art.
But when they threw him in the moat,
he got water all down his throat.
Now it bubbles when he tries to sing hard!

Two munks realised in December,
They didn't hibernut in November.
But with footie on the telly,
'n nuts and beer in their belly,
It's no wonder they failed to remember.

When MadRat went shooting her gun,
she was having a whole lot of fun.
She presented some sight,
when her aim wasn't right,
and she give this poor chipmunk a stun.

Young MadRat once flew to the moon,
to test out the speed of her broom.
Then a spider appeared,
't was quite big and quite weird!
But she chased it away with her spoon.

A munk, when not falling asleep,
decided to start counting sheep.
But he soon got obsessed,
and became quite depressed,
For the sheep that he just couldn't keep.