Elvira Snitch
On the cliff top overlooking the Keep of Droc
Sat an old dirty woman upon a dusty room
Her name is Elvira Snitch
And she is a horrible murderous witch
With her big pointed nose warty white face
She is a total and utter disgrace
Casting spells on innocent folk
Turning them green and making them croak
Cackling in the foulest tone
Waving her wand fashioned from bone
She does not care who she harms
Waving her wand by her matchstick arms
Adventurers who tackle her never last
They are struck by a magic blast
Turned to stone or reduced to dust
For killing is the witch’s only lust
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