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Winterwood by: Jack Prelutsky

I am Winterwood, a wizard steeped in necromantic lore I can levitate your body fifty feet above the floor If I wish,you are a piglet overeating at a trough, or a pirouetting robot with no switch to turn you off.

I am Winterwood, a weaver of abominable spells. With a waggle of my whiskers, I can rearrange your cells. If I choose you as my victim, You will find you can't prevent the unpleasant consequences of my terrible intent.

I continually revel in disreputable deeds changing children into chickens, lovely roses into weeds. When I fly into a frenzy, you'll do well to feel alarm. I am Winterwood, a wizard... there's a chance I mean you harm.