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
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