This book is dedicated to my mom for her inspiration and faith in me and WRITTEN for young children everywhere 

Her hair was all scraggly

Her skin was all green

Her head hurt

Her feet hurt

She was grumpy and mean

A long time ago

In a far away land

There lived an old witch

A witch with a plan.

Her name was Witch Hilda 

And the townspeople say

That no one dared visit her 

And she liked it that way

So she kept to herself 

In a dark wooden shack

At the edge of the forest

On her door hung a plaque

Beware..Go Away..Stay Back

Now a young witch named Iris

Was living nearby

Her skin was pure white

Her feet were pint size

And a sparkle of light

Seemed to flow from her eyes

She carried a secret 

And folks say it's true

Iris was once a grumpy witch too

But something had changed her 

Now what could that be

Hilda was curious

And just had to see

Her plan was to follow 

Witch Iris to town

For she carried a book 

With secrets abound

Did this book have a spell 

Or maybe a potion

Did she conjour up a frog

Or rub on some lotion.

This book had the answer 

SOON her plan was in motion

HMMM

One day when the old witch

Was casting a spell

She noticed Witch Iris

Walking past her doorwell.

Grumbling, but curious

Hilda crept to the door

For no one dared come

So near her before

She peeked through the window

And made not a sound

As Iris walked past her

But then turned around.

In her hand was the book

Hilda needed to see

That told of a secret

Now what could that be

Why did she stop

Hilda just had to know

Then a small spark of light

Seemed to dance and to glow

LIGHT

It circled Witch Iris 

From her feet to her chin

Then that magical light 

Was all gone again

Iris started to walk 

With a smile on her face

As happiness flowed out 

All over the place.

More curious than ever

Witch Hilda cried out

I MUST HAVE THAT BOOK

I CANT BE WITHOUT

For happiness was something

She knew little about

SPELLS

Hilda went to her kitchen

And pulled out a spell

Then mumbled some words

As she did the book fell

From Iris' feet

It flew through the air

And finally landed

In Hilda's porch chair

      Abra Cadabra

Hilda rushed out and grabbed it

Then ran down the street

Huffing and puffing

So fast went her feet 

Iris started to chase her

But couldn't keep up

That narrow road twisted

And turned It was tough

Hilda stopped at a clearing

Where no one could see

and tip toed so quiet 

Behind an oak tree