Old Witch

The old, old witch, believe me if you can Tapped on the windows and then ran, ran, ran. She ran helter-skelter, with her toes in the air Cornstalks flying, from her old witches hair. Swish went the broomstick, meow went the cat Plop went the wet toad, Sitting on her hat. Wee chuckled I, what fun, what fun Halloween night, when the witches run !