The spell can be broken
By a lass who is bespoken.
She carries herself upright,
There is nothing she hasn't broken.
See for yourself her magic
But don't let her put a curse on thee.
She can thread a needle
With its tiny opening, easily.
Let you not trouble her,
As on you a spell will lie.
She takes the greatest pleasure
In giving someone, the evil eye.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane