There was an old witch,
Believe it if you can,
She tapped on the window
And she ran, ran, ran.
She ran helter, skelter,
With her toes in the air,
cornstalks flying
From the old witch’s hair.
“Swish,” goes the broomstick,
“Meow,” goes the cat,
“Plop,” goes the hop-toad
Sitting on her hat.
“Wee,” chuckled I,
“What fun, fun, fun!”
Hallowe’en night
When the witches run.
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