W IS FOR WITCH
When it’s very very dark
And the wind is howling loud
And a star’s caught in the tree
And there’s no-one here but me
That’s when
I see the witch!
When you look straight at the moon
And it’s very white and full
And a figure sails right past it
With a tall hat and a broom
And your thumbnails start to itch
That’s the witch!
I don’t know who she is
And I don’t know what she does
But I don’t think that I like her
Or I want to know her better –
I would rather just go home
And climb up to my room
And hide underneath my duvet
With a Twix.
Aroint thee, witch!
