A witch sat in a photo booth -
      An ugly hag was she!
She tried to make herself look nice - 
     Well, just like you or me.

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She twirled around upon the seat
     And even forced a smile - - -
And then she cast a magic spell
     To make her looks worthwhile.

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She held onto her witch’s hat;
     Gave the machine a kick,
And, grinning as she looked ahead,
     She heard a tiny click.
 
A gurgling, churning, rumbling sound
     Arose from deep inside.
The witch believed that she’d look good
     And felt a sense of pride.

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Her photograph she felt quite sure
     Would truly represent
The lovely lady that she was
     With no cause for lament.

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There came a loud chug-chugging sound
     And out the photo came,
But the look upon the witch’s face
     Was one of heartfelt shame.

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The ugly face that she beheld
     Brought tears into her eyes,
But she, like others, faced the truth:

        CAMERAS NEVER LIE.

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