A witch I once knew
She made up this horrible brew
In a black cauldron
Everything she threw.
Green toads,
Loads and loads,
Lizards' tails,
Lots of big snails
And some rusty old nails,
Bits of iron, full of rust,
And a fistful of magic dust,
Dragons' livers she threw last
When suddenly there was a huge blast.
The cauldron exploded.
It was too much loaded.
Everything flew high in the air
And fell down right on her.
Her hair turned green.
She looked rather mean.
She got a big scare
And never did dare
To do any more magic.
This was rather tragic.
I don't think she'll ever be seen
On the night of Halloween.