Witchdoctors

The poor child groaned while his mother moaned ''Ah, he's possessed, oh, he's been bewitched'', Superstition bemoaned. To the witchdoctor she sped and was back with murky potions such yucky stinky lotions those mythical concoctions The woman obeyed the wily witchdoctor Placed belief in that traditional healer and the poor child still groaned but his mama no longer moaned After two days of treatment and no lessening of predicament she thought he needed something more potent When all it turned out to be was a toothache dent! But she would hear of no dentist Like all quacks her witchdoctor had fooled her five senses For his spells and his chants held her too in a trance Quite a weird weirdo is he Beware the medicine- man! Beware that vodoo magic and witchcraft That survive on the gullible and daft.