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It is the night of Halloween
When all the witches may be seen
Some are fat
Some are lean
When all the witches may be seen
Some are fat
Some are lean
And some are as tall as a castor
bean.
The witches don their pointed hats,
The witches croak and croon,
The witches ride their broomsticks,
Away beyond the moon.
The witches don their flowing cloaks,
The witches stir their brew.
The witches chant their magic spells,
All the dark hours through.
The witches stroke their big black cats,
They comb their locks of gray,
Yet when the first faint daylight comes.
The witches hide away.
The witches croak and croon,
The witches ride their broomsticks,
Away beyond the moon.
The witches don their flowing cloaks,
The witches stir their brew.
The witches chant their magic spells,
All the dark hours through.
The witches stroke their big black cats,
They comb their locks of gray,
Yet when the first faint daylight comes.
The witches hide away.
I'm a mean old witch with a hat.
I ride on my broom with my cat.
My shoes are pointed and my chin is too.
You had better watch out or I might scare you...
