Witches That Flew By
The night belonged to the witches that flew by
Over the orange moon, quite the pumpkin shade
That casts eerie shadows from their house that lies
They have a boiling cauldron so nicely laid
Within the orange moonlight spells have been cast
Causing children to turn into frogs at last
Being the evil witches that they are known
There’s no better hatred than this that’s shown
Russell Sivey
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