On the Broom

witch

There’s room on the broom
if you want to ride with me
full moon’s out
the witches are riding with glee

Cauldrons bubbling in the night
tales of spells and spooks
stories that scare and delight
gather close, listen well

We no longer believe in witches’ spells
nor Prince Charming in fairy tales
yet sometimes when comes a bump in the night
we shake in our shoes filled with fright

There’s room on the broom
come ride with me
over the earth
across the sea
two happy witches…you and me!

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