A woman lived alone, not far from a town
In a run-down old house that was falling to the ground
The children in the neighborhood would taunt her and laugh
They'd tease her all the time; said she never took a bath

They said her house was haunted, they'd scream and yell and jeer
They'd throw things in her yard, they'd point at her and sneer
They said she was a witch and they made fun of her clothes
They'd laugh at the warts that were growing on her nose

After years of being taunted, she could finally take no more
She offered each an apple that was poisoned to the core
She grabbed them by the hair while their posioned bellies ached
Then threw them in her oven and cooked them into cakes

She'd put them in her kettle, she baked some into pies;
She'd puree them, souflle them, muffling their cries.
Now theres a lesson or two that I think can be had
'bout what makes some good and makes others bad

If you shut people out or push them away
Don't be surprised to find one day
That all your friends are gone and you're in a stew
And those that you've shut out are devouring you