Far away in a distant land
was a wise old woman
She was known as Sibylla
she lived in her villa.
Her daughters were fair
they had gorgeous long hair
Her sons grew potatoes
and lots of tomatoes.
Her man was dead and gone
she sang him a swansong.
Sibylla was a clever witch
whose brew did the trick
She imposed her skill only
on the sad and very lonely
If you drank her special brew
hemlock with added bamboo
Your dreams would enhance
giving you the only chance
Transform your blunt desires
into maddening wildfires
Sibylla has an ability so bold
to metamorp your soul
The witch is a dream of strength
I wonder to which length
her children would wander
to wrest the power asunder
Time is benevolent to the young
Sibylla's children will be strong
to master her forte and crafts
but like her they will draft
their lives and our dreams
almost from scratch it seems
cause each lonely soul must build
on old times - Sibylla - your yield.
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