the
warden of captivity.....
fee fi fo fum...
the sound of her heels coming this way.....run....
she will devour your intelligence with her quavering
voice her quivering hands will smite your lesson plans.....
fear not....her reach is only within.......leave a
potion for her to drown her sorrow in....and when she sleeps...find pity....for
she is not free.....
leave her golden goose and treasure trove...return
home......
for yours is a much fonder place.....
