Inside of her cottage

deep in Cackly Wood

a Witch practised her magic 

and was getting very good. 

With the book in her hand

she gave the book a tap 

and the fly in the room

became a black bat.

She kept a big hat on a peg by the door...

...But her pongy old socks

she just left on the floor.

The Witch tried to magic

a sock cleaning spell. 

But it just made things worse

especially the smell.

The big lazy cat 

woke up from its sleep.

its tail curled out once

then back round its feet.

A sound from outside

had caused it to wake, 

did its ears hear a mouse

or was it a snake? 

It could be a frog

or even a bird,

the cat listened again,

not a sound could be heard.

The Witch gave a cackle

and into the pot,

she threw two little onions

and a red toadstool with spots.

It bubbled and boiled

and she squealed with delight

adding biscuits and chocolate

as dark as the night.

Casting a spell

at the boots on the floor,

they were soon on her feet

as she stood by the door.

Her hair was a mess

so she gave it a brush,

It was getting quite late

so she'd now have to rush.

With the hat on her head

she opened the door, 

stepping into the night

where the chilly wind roared.

Her list wasn’t long

and she knew where to go, 

as she travelled along

through the wind and the snow.

Stopping to listen

and sniffing the air.

What was that she heard?

Was there somebody there?

Was it some kind of bird?

A snake? or a frog?

She didn't like weasels

and was afraid of big dogs.

Deep in the snow she saw what she needed,

with a wave of her wand she quickly succeeded

in catching the thing and just like that

... it was out of the woods and into her hat.

Setting of once again she now made her way, 

to a creepy old place where other things played. 

The wind gave a howl so she whistled a tune, 

to cheer herself up as she looked at the moon.

With her body quite still

her eyes looked around, 

her ears were now hearing

a strange sort of sound.

Something creeping or sneaking

she was quite sure of that

as the wind once again tried to steal her big hat.

Plip plop plip plop

then a splash and a splish

and two more little things

were now ticked off her list.

Just one more thing

then she could go home, 

but this one was special

and wasn’t alone.

Her hat, shoes and cloak

were all covered with snow

as she tried to decide

the best way to go?

Keeping close to the trees

passed the old creepy mill

down a dip for a moment

then back up a big hill.