Baby Ghost Steals a Witchs Broom
where did baby ghost get that witch’s broom?
We were all amazed said the moss that bloomed
the baby ghost smirked at his lovely win
She was taking a whizz, he told to his friend
They told him to immediately take it back
But he did not listen, and fell into a crack
For the broom bucked him off good and hard
Returning to its owner, a witch of the old Guard
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