Oh how I wish I could fly,
Like a witch on a broom in the sky.
I’d make potions and spells,
And all kind of smells,
Clutching my wand close by.
I’d wear a cloak, all black,
And knickers made from old sack.
My tights of blue,
Would have to make do,
I’m not going to ask for feedback.
There’d be a big pot on to heat,
I’d fill it with dandelions and wheat.
Then mix in a feather,
With a bit of old leather,
And use it for trick or treat.
I’d have a familiar called Cat,
Who would have green eyes, and all that.
He’d follow me round,
With a leap and a bound
And wearing my pointy hat.
We’d go out in the woods at night,
Give Owl and Bat a fright.
They’d be surprised to see,
A witch like me,
Dancing in the silver moonlight.