baby ghost races for help
Baby ghost did not think about what to do
She jumped on Witch’s broom at a quarter to two
take my hat too, said the old hag, lying in the ditch
Fly straight to the hollow tree of the head witch
Baby ghost had never driven a broom
But she flew through the air in a magnificent zoom
She loved the witch, and wanted to save her life
She did this willingly, cutting the air like a knife
The head witch believed baby ghost instantly
She sprang out of a window of that hollow tree
They raced together to save her daughter
Both doing their best, to do what they ought’er.
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