Explanation Of The Poem 'Witchy Girl'

The witch
Oh twitchy witchy girl
I think you are so nice
I give you bowls of porridge
I give you bowls of ice… cream
They give you lots of kisses
They give you lots of hugs
They never give you sandwiches
With grease and worms and mud
They teach you oh so well
They know you’re not a snitch
But they knew what you could do
If they sold you to the witch tongues in bowls of porridge
And fingers in the ice cream
You give them No more kisses
You give them no more hugs
They are way too scared to touch
The twitchy witchy girl
That gave them sandwiches
With mice and little bugs
And oh twitchy witchy girl
You were never so nice