| Back home, Tsong wrote a poem: My Friend the Witch Once on my way to school I met a very kind witch She wore a coat of wool And spoke in a very high pitch She told me a story of when she was young And when she almost lost her tongue Then she taught me some potions to make And showed me one to make bicycles break Then she taught me how to disappear And also how to turn into a deer I said goodbye and went to school In the morning breeze I felt very cool Later I used my tricks on the bullies I want to become a witch but fully. |