Night after night she takes to the skies

On her broom stick her flies and she flies

Over the moon and over the stars

Never a hold up like motorway cars

 

·1^st of October is Halloween night

Witches are busy out for their flight

Trick treat children are roaming the streets

Playing jokes on old people and asking for sweets

 

Every now then look up to the moon

Blow her a kiss and very, very soon

All of those children’s wonderful kisses

Will be turned into magical wishes

 

Into their dreams she will often peep

Tucked up in bed as they tenderly sleep

She blows a kiss back and says her goodbyes

Hope onto her broom stick, out to the night skies

Hilary