A witch is more than a broomsticks mate Or the cauldron keeper of midnight late Seductions oil, potion's scent From full moon light, is her magic lent Down in the bayou, in the Hemlocks shade She cast her spell on the moonlit glade While frogs and toads chirp in a lurid daze And orgies writhe in the foggy haze With a wink and nod of a shadow's chaise From the old crone's fawning wand
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