Are you wearing whiskers?
Well, it’s not really
workin’
And to tell you the
truth
It’s really rather
irkin’
It would be better all
round
If you just wore a
merkin
Are you wearing whiskers?
Well, it’s not really
workin’
And to tell you the
truth
It’s really rather
irkin’
It would be better all
round
If you just wore a
merkin
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
Are you wearing Halloween tights?
Adorned with a scary
motif
Well, if those long
festive limbs
Decorated with a
spooky motif
Were to entwine about
me
Then my resistant
would be brief
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
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
On All Hallows Eve take special care
You may not see them,
but they are there
And as they mix up
their witch’s brew
They’ll have their witchy
eyes on you
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