She sits aside her cauldron, conjuring up new potions
Bits and bobs of evil things are poured,mixing with the lotions
All the magic happens, through her nose when it's twitched
Whoever the spell is cast upon, is surly to be bewitched!
She fly's across bound on a broom, all hours of the day
Bringing doom and gloom to people, she passes on the way
Her cloaks draped around her, on her head a black pointed hat
And hanging from the broomstick is her wicked sidekick the cat
She looks in her crystal ball so she can watch her next prey
Reciting words of the next spell, to the victim she will slay
All hallows eve is when she'll be lurking in the moonlight
Be sure to keep safe the witch is out to fright!
