POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS
I admit that in the past we were quite nasty.
They weren’t kidding when they called us each a witch.
And I found that nowadays
I miss my wicked ways, and I’m wishing that my ending could be switched.
But unfortunately, we have no more magic.
It’s a tragedy that we cannot forget.
So, we sit here every day, shunned to our dismay
While the silly royals dance the nights away,
Poor unfortunate souls, in pain, in need.
(Points to Evil Queen.)
This one longing to be pretty, making spells to help her be.
Is it helping?
(Evil Queen gets huffy.)
We’re poor unfortunate souls! We’re quite unfit.
We come flocking to my cauldron crying spells to help us, PLEASE!
Are they working?
Not a bit.
Now it’s happened once or twice,
When we’ve had to pay the price
In our wicked rotten evil villain roles.
Yes, we may seem rather bad,
But our situation’s sad!
We’re poor unfortunate souls!
(Music fades out.)