I stand appalled at the dastardly deeds
done by the blatantly wicked BBQueen.
One brought to light of day by me:
She collected children’s minds
much as she would a string of beads.
Using stories as bait in her painful traps,
She attracted all the babes with joy
‘till they were held fast in her snare,
thinking only fun when she was
keeping them snarled in her wraps.
I welded my trusty sword of bright light,
showing parents the witch's face she hid.
Once in the brightness I provided for them,
the parents grabbed their young,
allowing me to win the final fight.
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