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

Elvira Snitch