A witch she said,
A witch indeed
A witch is what
She ought to be
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A little girl
not far from here
held up her head
and did sneer
A witch I want to be
for this upcoming Halloween
With pointy hat
and gnarly nails
green skin
long crooked nose
with wart a top
buck teeth
and a voice that squeaks.
I’ll scare the children
and old people too.
With my crooked wand
I’ll cast spells
and turn puppies into
brown spotted snails.
I’ll make the clouds
swirl in the darkest night
and cause it to thunder
and lightening strike.
For this Halloween
I shall be
the scariest witch
you’ve ever seen.
Her mother replied,
A witch you say
a witch indeed
a witch is exactly
what thou shalt be.
Now I shall tell thee
of true witchy things.
A witch of old
of truth be told
looks nothing like
those cartoon frights,
but actually have been
something quite bright.
Their brooms they hold
are for cleaning dear,
and black caldron
for cooking herbs.
The black cat crosses in a race,
he’s just simply going some place.
Their villages they love.
their wand for pointing,
good energy and cheer.
Their spells to send
bad things away.
Long robes to keep
the children warm.
They learn from the animals
and take care of the earth.
They were the villagers
wise woman and mother,
doctors of old,
priests and pastors,
medicine men and shaman,
and story craftier.
The witches job is
to do no harm
but guide and protect
bringing peace not alarm.
Then why this mess
why this fuss?
Why the tails
of ghostly disrupt?
The little girl asked
her mother.
Greed for power,
greed for money,
cause the truth
to run muddy.
Leaders wanted more
then they had
they made up lies
that went to their heads.
They made everyone
who had something to say
look evil to take
their sway away.
They made up stories
that were not true
to cause fear and doubt,
this was their rue.
So people would turn
to them instead
giving them money
and giving them land.
The dark ages were
quite absurd.
Sadly people still do
those dark evil deeds
of killing the witches
and the wise men
wither with fire
or lies from within.
Painting pictures,
that are simply not true.
Spinning stories
to fool me and you.
The evil done
is actually by another,
not the witch
and not her mother.
So don your black robe!
Pick up your wand!
Ride your broom
up until dawn!
Cast your spell,
the vale is thin.
Heal the world
and bless you kin.
Be the witch
you choose to be,
for this sweet night
is Halloween!
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No more the burning times!
So mote it be!
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