When the Night Grew Old,
There was a witch with a cold,
She ran to the broom, saying: ‘’Oh dear, you are bored!’’
The witch gave a sigh, as the broom leaped high,
It was going to fly!
There was this sly cat nearby, with a look of shy,
Pleading; ‘’Oh miss, may I come too?’’
The witch agreed, but what about the Cold?
Up, went the Trio, with a big bang,
Up-up and UP!
What a lovely scene, to look down thee earthlings, sleeping dearly,
But that’s it for now, cuz the witch would be back, and not so dearly!
