Here we are:
Little Hansel walked along with Gretel hand-in-hand,
but their trail of crumbs they lost when birdies joined their band.
Up the path, atop a hill, they saw a little house,
lost & frightened they went in, were sheltered by old spouse.
The ugly granny, it turns out, had rather funny taste,
she tried her best to cleave them bloody, so they left in haste...
"You see Geralt, Methinks that beasty still be up there, waiting."
"We'll see, Dandelion. Old lore proves true from time to time. We'll see."
"Hey Geralt? What type of creature you think may be up there?"