In Which Sophie Expresses Her Feelings With Poetry: Sophie's Lament
That wizard, that wizard,
I'd love to split his gizzard,
Even if the witch gets satisfaction.
With all the green slime
There barely is time
To give my poor floor some more traction.
I'd let that slime sweat, swamp, and fry,
But Calcifer's going to die
If I don't take some sort of action.
