witches go a-witching
on every Halloween,
and if you look up at the sky
they always can be seen.
Along about midnight
is when they do their thing.
They dust their brooms with
which makes them all take wing.
Then off they fly into the night
as witchy as you please,
making eerie sounds and cackling
to scare, cajole, and tease.
Sometimes a witch will fly
sometimes she leaves her cove
to meet with other witches
and go witching by the drove.
And oftentimes you'll hear them
as they chant a spooky tune,
and your blood is sure to curdle
when they fly across the moon.
And if by chance they see you
when they go flying by,
they'll cast a spell upon you
in the blinking of an eye.
So folks, round up your
the entire village scour,
then lock your doors and please
of this the Witching Hour!
Copyright © 2001 Ruth Gillis
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