The Gewgaw Witch

she conjured up a cunning rasp a gewgaw lyre-like harp in clasp to crooked teeth held in their grasp then twanged at midnight with a blast this higgled haggled haggly crone did dance on graves while all alone her gewgaw raising mottled bone ‘til joined by dead with rotting moan bats within the steeple saw the witch’s pointy nose and jaw and from her mouth came sounds galore an array of growls from her gewgaw so off did dance and prance and play the bones of dead and her away from grave to street did people say beware the gewgaw witch today