THE OLD BLACK WITCH’S CAT # 1
The most comfortably fat
Old black witch’s cat
Is often known to take a nap
In her black pointed hat
AT THE WITCHING HOUR
At the Witching hour
The Zombies walk
The Banshees scream
And the Ravens squawk
The Witches’ fly
The familiar’s talk
The Vampires bite
And the Demons stalk
LITTLE MONSTERS
Little monsters in costumes
Looking for candy treats
Terrorizing the neighbours
All along the street
They prey on young or old
To satisfy their appetites
Treats are handed over
To creatures of the night
With their goody bags
Full of every candy treat
They can’t wait to get home
Before they start to eat
Then when the bags are empty
They realise their mistake
They’ve eaten so much candy
They’ve all got stomach ache
WITCHNAPPED
On her broomstick she swoops
And into her arms she scoops
A poor unsuspecting young man
Because as a witch she can
And carries him off through the night
Then uses him for her delight
In the light of the cauldrons fire
She indulges her every desire
THE LITTLE BEWITCHER
She is a little bewitcher
The little servant of Wicca
Who has ensnared my heart
Which I opposed from the start
I was happy being single
But she has made my senses tingle
And she used her Wiccan ways
Against all resistance raised
It is not some fanciful notion
To blame an exotic potion
Or the casting of a spell
To bewitch me quite so well
Now she bends me too her will
And gently holds me still
Then this little Wiccan miss
Captures my soul with her kiss
MY LITTLE WICKED WITCH AND I
My little wicked witch and I
Love to fly across the night sky
And travel to special places
Where no one knows our faces
Where door with bolt and lock
Ensures, Witch and Warlock
Can scratch their every itch
And a Warlock and a Witch
Can safely enjoy a little sin
Without familiars listening in
DREAM WITCH
There is a witch of whom I’m fond
Who could carry me off beyond
And we’d do magic with my wand
We would quaff her special brew
Fly on a broomstick made for two
And do things naughty witches do
But alas our special tandem flight
Full of wicked and delicious delight
Is but a dream I dream each night
THE WITCHING HOUR
On All Hallows Eve take special care
You may not see them but they are there
And as they mix up their witches brew
They’ll have their witchy eyes on you
IN THE BLACKNESS OF THE NIGHT
In the blackness of the night
Performing their satanic rite
Satan’s followers incite
To every Demons delight
DEMONS WALK THE EARTH
Demons walk the earth
On All Hallows Eve
And will snatch away
Your soul at their ease
PHANTASM
What is that ghostly apparition?
Is that ghostly figure a Phantasm?
Come to haunt and terrorise us?
No it’s the kid from next door, Adam
THE OLD BLACK WITCH’S CAT # 2
The old black witch’s cat
Has nothing much to do
He’s a sleepy old familiar
Oddly named Witchitypoo
He is quite partial to a mouse
Should one happen into view
But he doesn’t stir himself
For he never has to pursue
There is no thought of chasing
And no need to bite and chew
For with a flick of his paw
A spell is cast by Witchitypoo
And then he leisurely dines
On a tasty mouse stew
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