Witch's Entrance Lyrics by Into the Woods Cast

Witch:
In the past, when you were no more than a babe, your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. They were a handsome couple. But not handsome neighbors! You see, your mother was with child, and she had developed an unusual appetite. She took one look at my beautiful garden and told your father that what she wanted more than anything in the world was:

Greens, greens, nothing but greens.
Parsley, peppers, cabbages, and celery,
asparagus and watercress and fiddlefern and lettuce.
He said "Alright." But it wasn't quite,
'cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night.
He was robbing me! Raping me!
Rooting through my rutabaga, raiding my arugala,
and ripping up the rampion, my champion, my favorite!
I should have laid a spell on him right there!
Could've turned him into stone! Or a dog! Or a chair!
*Momentary Trance*

But I let him have the rampion; I'd lots to spare.
In return, however, I said "Fair is fair;
you can let me have the baby that your wife will bear,
and we'll call it square."

Baker:
I had a brother?

Witch:
No! But you had a sister.

Narrator:
But the witch refused to tell him any more of his sister, not even that her name was Rapunzel. She went on:

Witch:
I thought I had been more than reasonable, and that we might live happily thereafter. But how was I to know what your father had also hidden in his pocket? You see, when I had inherited that garden, my mother warned me that I would be punished if I were ever to lose any of the beans.

Baker and Wife:
Beans?

Witch:
The special beans!
I let him go; I didn't know he'd stolen my beans!
I was watching him crawl back over the wall,
when--Bang! Crash! The lightning flashed, and--
Well that's another story; never mind.
Anyway, at last the big day came. I made my claim.
"Oh don't take away the baby!" they shrieked and screeched.
But I did! And I hid her where she'll never be reached!

Your father cried, and your mother died.
But for extra measure (I admit it was a pleasure) I said
"Sorry. I'm still not mollified,"
and I laid a little spell on them.
You too, son.
That your family tree would always be a barren one.

Baker and Wife:
No!

Witch:
So there's no more fuss, and there's no more scenes,
and my garden thrives (you should see my nectarines)!
But I'm telling you the same I tell kings and queens:
don't ever ever ever mess around with my greens--
especially the beans!