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.