The Witch
By denlexx
Upon my Magic Broomstick I fly all through the Night I work my Wicked Magic, When people sleep so tight I slip in through there keyholes While they are in their Slumber And put spots upon their Faces 'how i love that little Number I turn their Milk to Butter And i make their Cheese turn Blue But if you ever tell a Soul I'm coming after you!! I love to make there dogs bark As I'm flying down the street Ho yes!! and put sharp things On the Bedroom floor So people hurt there feet But if you ever tell a Soul I'm coming after you!! I'll turn you into a big fat Toad and you'll end up in the Zoo. Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 02:56 AM PST, Dennis T Baker 0 • 14
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"Upon my Magic Broomstick..."