♫ There was an old witch, believe it if you can,
She tapped on the windows and she ran, ran, ran.
She ran helter-skelter with her toes in the air,
Cornstalks flying from the old witch's hair!

"Swish," goes the broomstick, "Meow," goes the cat,
"Plop," goes the hoptoad sitting on her hat.
"Whee," chuckled I, "What fun! What fun!"
Halloween night when the witches run. ♪

THe Hag is astride,
This night for to ride;
The Devill and shee together:
Through thick, and through thin,
Now out, and then in,
Though ne'r so foule be the weather.

2. A Thorn or a Burr
She takes for a Spurre:
With a lash of a Bramble she rides now,
Through Brakes and through Bryars,
O're Ditches, and Mires,
She followes the Spirit that guides now.

3. No Beast, for his food,
Dares now range the wood;
But husht in his laire he lies lurking:
While mischeifs, by these,
On Land and on Seas,
At noone of Night are working,

4. The storme will arise,
And trouble the skies;
This night, and more for the wonder,
The ghost from the Tomb
Affrighted shall come,
Cal'd out by the clap of the Thunder.

Must be the season of the witch.