Witch poem

I once found a witch, that gave a little twitch, it came from the mountain of fire, I thought she was a liar. She was green and a drama queen. She ate a green frog, and she lived in a bog. She was a dirty old hag and she ate from an old grocery bag. Every time I came by, she opened one eye. she said, "Good gracious me, I'd rather have some tea, than eating a grocery. I'd rather swim in the sea." Once my little boy ate his rather cute toy I know it sounds silly, but it is a possibility. And I know it sounds nice, like a bowl of spice.