human
O Oven! Oven! hide me So as the witch can't find me, For if she does she'll pick my bones, And bury them under the garden stones.
gpt
I am afraid there is no room for you, as another batch of bread is baking; but there is the baker--ask him.
human
Of course I will. You saved my last batch from being burnt; so run into the bakehouse, you will be quite safe there, and I will settle the witch for you.
gpt
O Man of mine! Man of mine! Have you seen my naughty little maid With a willy willy wag and a great big bag, Who's stole my money--all I had?
human
Look in the oven. She may be there.
gpt
Creep in and look in the farthest corner,