The Magic Broomstick

THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK There is a magic broomstick Upon which witches ride, On dark and spooky windy nights Up into the air it glides. Soaring over trees and hills It travels far and wide The magic cat sits on the back His black face a grin from side to side. Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds As they scud across the sky He provides light and guidance through the night As the magic broomstick whizzes by. The witches cackle as they ride, They don’t mean any harm, In pointed hats and long black cloaks They drop a good luck charm. So if you look up into the sky On a dark October night You’ll most likely see the broomstick And the witches magic light. The magic broomstick casts good spells On children everywhere Then in a puff of magic smoke The broomstick vanishes into thin air. c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008