There was an old witch who lived in a crooked house at the edge of a dark forest. She had long, silver hair that flowed down her back like a waterfall, and her eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. The old witch had a reputation for casting powerful spells and brewing magical potions. Children from nearby towns would tell tales of the old witch, warning each other to stay far away from her eerie house. They said she had a cauldron that bubbled with mysterious potions and a pet black cat with glowing yellow eyes. The townsfolk feared her and believed she practiced dark magic.
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Artist Burl Ives Title Old Witch, Old Witch -------------------------------- Chicken my chicken my creamy crow, I went to the well to wash my toe, When I got there the water was low, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch. Chicken my chicken my creamy cregs, I went to the well to wash my legs, And when I got there the water was dregs, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch.
The townsfolk feared her and believed she practiced dark magic. But contrary to the rumors, the old witch had a kind heart. She used her powers for good, helping those in need.
There wss an old witch
Chicken my chicken my creamy crow,
I went to the well to wash my toe,
When I got there the water was low,
What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch?
What time is it Old Witch?
Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch,
And combs her hair with a hickory switch.
She lives on nails and snails and flies
And if you go near she'll wobble her eyes,
Oh, she'll wobble her eyes, Oh, she'll wobble her eyes.
Chicken my chicken my creamy cran,
I went to the well to wash my hand,
When I got there the water was sand,
What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch?
What time is it Old Witch?
Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch,
And combs her hair with a hickory switch.
She's fat as a feather but tight in the middle
And when she talks she sounds like a fiddle.
Oh, she sound like a fiddle! Oh, she sound like a fiddle!
Chicken my chicken my creamy crase,
I went to the well to wash my face,
But, when I got there the water was lace,
What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch?
What time is it Old Witch?
Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch,
And combs her hair with a hickory switch.
She sleeps on a bed with straw and corn
And when she snores she sounds like a horn,
Oh, she sound like a horn! Oh, she sound like a horn!
Chicken my chicken my creamy cregs,
I went to the well to wash my legs,
And when I got there the water was dregs,
What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch?
What time is it Old Witch?
Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch,
And combs her hair with a hickory switch.
And as I said she's very fat
And when she walks she jumps like a cat,
Oh, she jumps like a cat! Oh, she jumps like a cat!
Artist: Burl Ives Title: Old Witch, Old Witch -------------------------------- Chicken my chicken my creamy crow, I went to the well to wash my toe, When I got there the water was low, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch? What time is it Old Witch? Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch, And combs her hair with a hickory switch. She lives on nails and snails and flies And if you go near she'll wobble her eyes, Oh, she'll wobble her eyes, Oh, she'll wobble her eyes. Chicken my chicken my creamy cran, I went to the well to wash my hand, When I got there the water was sand, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch? What time is it Old Witch? Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch, And combs her hair with a hickory switch. She's fat as a feather but tight in the middle And when she talks she sounds like a fiddle. Oh, she sound like a fiddle! Oh, she sound like a fiddle! Chicken my chicken my creamy crase, I went to the well to wash my face, But, when I got there the water was lace, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch? What time is it Old Witch? Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch, And combs her hair with a hickory switch. She sleeps on a bed with straw and corn And when she snores she sounds like a horn, Oh, she sound like a horn! Oh, she sound like a horn! Chicken my chicken my creamy cregs, I went to the well to wash my legs, And when I got there the water was dregs, What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch? What time is it Old Witch? Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch, And combs her hair with a hickory switch. And as I said she's very fat And when she walks she jumps like a cat, Oh, she jumps like a cat! Oh, she jumps like a cat!
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She would brew potions that cured illnesses, reality-enhancing spells that brought knowledge, and love charms for the lonely souls in the town. However, she kept her good deeds a secret, preferring to be known as a mysterious and fearsome witch. One day, a brave young girl named Lily decided to venture into the dark forest and visit the old witch. She was curious to know if the stories the children told were true. With her heart pounding, Lily walked up to the crooked house and knocked on the creaky door. To her surprise, the old witch welcomed her with a warm smile. Inside, the house was cozy and filled with shelves of potions and spell books. The black cat purred contently on the windowsill, looking much friendlier than its reputation. Over a cup of magical tea, the old witch shared her story with Lily. She explained that she had been misunderstood for generations, and her true intention was always to help others. The old witch longed for acceptance but was afraid people would not understand her. Lily listened intently and realized that the old witch's intentions were indeed pure. She saw her as a lonely, kind soul who had been judged unfairly. From that day forward, Lily became the old witch's loyal friend and visited her regularly. Word spread of Lily's friendship with the old witch, and the townsfolk began to question their preconceived notions about her. They started to realize that sometimes the scariest looking beings had the kindest hearts. With time, the old witch's reputation transformed from one of fear to admiration and respect. She continued to use her magic to bring happiness and joy to those around her. And so, the old witch and Lily lived happily ever after, proving that one should never judge a book by its cover..
Reviews for "The old witch's role in folk medicine: Exploring traditional healing practices"
1. Sarah - 2 stars - I found "There was an Old Witch" to be quite disappointing. The story lacked originality and the plot was extremely predictable. It felt like a rehash of a thousand other witch stories I've read before. The characters were flat and one-dimensional, making it difficult for me to connect with them. Additionally, the writing style was dry and lacked any kind of spark or imagination. Overall, I was left feeling unimpressed and unsatisfied by this book.
2. Mike - 1 star - "There was an Old Witch" was a complete waste of my time. The story was incredibly boring and I struggled to stay engaged throughout. The plot felt disjointed and poorly constructed, with random events that didn't seem to contribute anything to the overall narrative. The writing was also lackluster, with uninteresting descriptions and no real sense of atmosphere or tension. I was expecting a thrilling witch tale, but what I got was a dull and forgettable read. I wouldn't recommend it to anyone.
3. Emily - 2 stars - I was excited to read "There was an Old Witch," but it turned out to be a letdown. The pacing was slow and dragged on, making it difficult to stay interested. The characters lacked depth and development, and their actions often felt contrived and unrealistic. The dialogue was forgettable, and there were moments where I questioned the necessity of certain scenes. Overall, I was left unsatisfied by this book and would not recommend it to others.