The Witches Cackle

Away flies the black crow,

As the street lights flicker,

In the blackness bright eyes glow,

And the evil witches snicker.

A cat lets out a piercing cry,

As a mirror breaks,

The green ladies on broomstick fly,

Dropping the cat in the lake.

Your lips tremble and legs shudder,

While the witches loudly cackle,

Acting strong you grab hold of your mother,

And hide in the tabernacle.

Hiding there from the wicked scum,

You shield up for a gruesome battle,

But the green ladies never come,

They zoom away on the brooms they straddle.