Early in the morning she rises & up on her feet she goes.
Hoping to do what she does best but down on the ground she falls.
What could be wrong with me she says. Why can't my broom relate?
She then explores her broom's engine.
That witchery mechanism that sets her afloat and forever singing.
Nut by nut and screw by screw until she finds the fault.
She finds that her broom had been serviced 1000 years ago.
So she must now travel back in time and take her broom to the wise.
For I assure you, life is no fun without a broomstick that won't fly.
