Stay out of the hot sun!
Silently, she moves through dark
When even dogs refuse to bark
Quietly she works her spell
Light the candle toll the bell
Scent of incense, wave of wand
Of the Dark Ones is she fond
Their power is beloved by Kat
'Twas NOLA's loss - now where Y'AT
Where she is 'at' through sick and sin
No Saints will come a-marchin' in
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