The Fanta Witch

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Once I met a Fanta Witch,
A Fanta Witch?
A Fanta Witch.
Once I met,
A girl called Belle,
A fizzy queen,
From The Tangerine Realm.

And when she laughed, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she laughed,
The air would swell,
With citric dreams,
And bubbly spells.

And when she cried, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch,
And when she cried,
Her cheeks would gel,
With sticky tears,
From the optic well.

And when we danced, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when we danced,
Her dress did smell
of something sweet:
au naturel.

And when we kissed, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when we kissed,
She knew full well,
That my ears would fill,
With zingling bells.

And when we fought, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when we fought,
She would yell,
Condemning me 
To satsuma Hell.

And when she left, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she left
I ran pell-mell,
Followed ginger hair,
To her sparkling dell.

And when she sang, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she sang,
I almost fell,
On my knees,
In her bronze cornels.

And then I loved the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch,
And then I loved,
That mademoiselle,
My heart was locked,
In her jaffa cell.

And when I wed the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch,
And when we wed,
She wore just shells,
We ate mushrooms,
Drank muscatelle.

And when I worked for the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she worked,
I snuck canelles,
Played endless games,
Of bagatelle.

And when we rowed, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when we rowed,
She wrote villanelles,
Of hexes, ringing
phantom knells.

And when I killed the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when I killed her,
I thought I’d quell,
The citrine dream,
In my organelles.

And when she bled, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she bled,
It carouselled,
From her neck,
To the sapropel.

And when she died, the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And when she died,
In parallel,
Shops could no more find,
Her orange spells.

And now I am The Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And now I’m her,
I want to sell
Her citrus scent
to L’Oréal.

And though I mourn the Fanta Witch,
The Fanta Witch?
The Fanta Witch.
And though I mourn her,
I must tell
I’ve always preferred
Drinking zinfandel.