There was an old witch
Believe if you can
She tapped on the windows
And she ran,ran,ran.
She ran helter skelter
with her toes in the air,
Cornstalks flying from the
old witches hair.
Swish goes the broomstick,
meow goes the cat,
Plop goes the hop-toad sitting
on her hat.
"Whee!" chuckled I, "What fun,
what fun!"
Halloween night when the witches
run!
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