The Old Witch

There's an old witch that lives down my road. I swear she turned my boyfriend into a toad. She lives on her own, with no one else there and peeks through her curtains, with an evil glare. She spies on us kids as we ride by, I glimpsed her broom on which she must fly. There is a black cat that hangs around, no other pets are to be found. She has this hair, all big and wild, enough in which to hide a small child. She would scream and shout at us sometimes, whilst under her breath, whispering her evil rhymes. We see her creeping about at night, whilst we hide out of her sight. We call her Wiggy, the evil old witch, my Dad calls her Nice Mrs Fitch.