I poked the witch with her own broom
To look for my treat so great.
She screeched and threw spells 'round the room
While I grabbed ninety-eight!!
So 98 it is for me, avoiding the witch's snare.
Tho' truth be told one spell she threw
Was captured in my hair!!!
My scalp did twitch, my hair did turn an awful ugly shade,
I did not care, I laughed aloud my number choice I'd made.
No fear of witch or spell I feel, I have my number true
My guess I hope is just the one,
That WINS instead of YOU!!!!!