Alone deep in the woods, Morag dwells,
Cast out from her village; fearing her spells.
For many a year Morag was talked about!
And many a dark night, Morag would call out.

Morag was heard to shout, "a spell on you all"
I will make you all so very short, so very small!
The very next daybreak the villagers awoke!
Only to find Morag; the truth she had spoke.

Out of their beds and onto the floor they fell,
Coming face to face with the Spiders from hell.
Now wrapped in Cobwebs the villagers dwell,
Trapped in their own village; a village in hell.

Jim Noond.