A Delicious Irony

So tonight I am to die

It matters not the reason why

The town has deemed it must be so

So away, away, I must go

Had I a broomstick as the rumor

I should away, away all the sooner

Or had I a magic spell

As the minister's wife is won't to tell

I should magic myself a feast

And rid this burden of being thought a beast

But if I'm to be a witch

I will cackle over my last chew

For my last meal I'll eat crow

And let them think I've met my due