You all think I'm evil and ugly and old

but here is my story I think you should know

It's was true that my house was made from cookies and treats

And when you walk in it was all you can eat

I knew the kids dad you can call him my son

And for my grandkids they're the evils ones

See as I got old it was harder to see

The furthest I could was just to my knee

So when the kids visit I'll leave them a path

All because I couldn't see my way back

It was one day when they came over Hansel was hungry

And Gretel was hungier

They were so happy to go to my house

That they laid down bread to get them back home on the right route

I couldn't see the mistakes that they made

But the birds ate bread and Im the one that paid

For since they couldn't get back they stayed at my house

they would eat all the food they was worst than my mouse

In a few weeks we were down to our last

And in them moments they turned on my ass

They turned on the stove to a five hundred and ten

They waited for me to sleep then threw me in

The cops found the kids after a week

Then they changed up the story everything left on me

My advice is don't trust them kids

And always make sure that there's food in the fridge