THE MAGIC BROOMSTICK

There is a magic broomstick

Upon which witches ride,

On dark and spooky windy nights

Up into the air it glides.



Soaring over trees and hills

It travels far and wide

The magic cat sits on the back

His black face a grin from side to side.



Mr.Moon peeps through the clouds

As they scud across the sky

He provides light and guidance through the night

As the magic broomstick whizzes by.



The witches cackle as they ride,

They don’t mean any harm,

In pointed hats and long black cloaks

They drop a good luck charm.



So if you look up into the sky

On a dark October night

You’ll most likely see the broomstick

And the witches magic light.



The magic broomstick casts good spells

On children everywhere

Then in a puff of magic smoke

The broomstick vanishes into thin air.



c. Barbara Brewin 1st July 2008