One Time at Salem

She said the moon was not so far

As people thought it,

That every night she raised her hand

Up high and caught it.

She said that she could make a moon

And some folks knew it,

And if they didn't mend their ways

She'd up and do it.

Then hills would flame, and seas be filled

With boiling water,

And not a sire nor son would live,

Nor dame nor daughter.

They said it wasn't in her power,

And thought to spurn her-

But if they did not fear she might,

Why did they burn her?