So they burned her alive at the stake,
But before she died, she opened her eyes
And said, 'I curse all the bread you bake!'
As the flames climbed high and scalded the sky
Her voice rose in cackling laughter,
So the Inquisitors ran with bucket and can
To put out the fire with water.
But Maleficent Mary ever so scary
Crept out of her funeral pyre
To haunt hearth and home and sing in the gloam
As she danced between graveyard and spire.