It burns and turns the cardboard box;
It makes me think of long ago ...
The flames turn yellow and blue and red;
The witch will burn until she's dead.
There's not much noise as the cardboard burns,
There's much more from the wood.
The flame gets bigger in the cardboard box,
But ignorant peasants shout, "She brought the Pox".
The fire goes out in the cardboard box,
The other fire is burning low;
And all that's left of the cardboard box is a black shrivled shape,
While those ignorant peasants they stand and gape.
For the person they killed well was she a witch?
They could have been wrong they start to think.
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