The WITCHer

When a humble PM Graced a ride along With Devdas of India Along came this song

From when the brown dev fixed A four-jay-logged threat With his PRs affixed Hoping for a brevet

They came after me With masterful deceit Wrote me down a notice Instead of a praise While the devil's words Minced our tender ears And so cried the WITCHer We can't get a raise

So toss a coin to your WITCHer O' Valley of Plenty O' Valley of Plenty, oh Toss a coin to Your WITCHer O' Valley of Plenty