Once in Greenwood, deep in the wood,Hansel and Gretel, where dreams withstood.Their cottage nestled with father near,A woodsman brave, in times austere.Lost amidst the trees, chopping wood anew,Hungry and desperate, not a clue.They stumbled upon a house, a sweet delight,Chocolate and sweets, a tempting sight.Drawn by the scent, they dared to roam,Unaware of the witch, her wicked home.Muriel, her lair concealed,In sugary trap, their fate was sealed.The witch, with grasp, held them tight,Her plans to feast, by the moonlight.They fought to flee, with all their might,But the witch’s cunning, a fearsome sight.As time wore on, hope lost its gleam,Darkness enveloped, like a dream.Trials and woe, the witch bestowed,Feeding on fears, her dark abode.Hansel and Gretel, consumed by dread,Part of the feast, as midnight spread.In the forest, silence deep,The witch’s laughter, a sinister sweep.The tale of Hansel and Gretel, so stark,A warning of dangers, lurking in the dark.