« The Witch »
There has been a spate of spells of late
Could be there’s a witch abroad
Yesterday, slime was stuck to my plate
A toad perhaps, or a turd
And the cat, who was white, is now black
He looks familiar to me
He’s thrown up a lump of nutty slack
Well, we don’t have a fire, you see !
I can hear angry voices outside
All calling ‘Witch !’ to be sure
At least some are doing something…
Oh dear, a knock on the door !