The thunder crashed,
as the lightning flashed.
God, gave a great big chuckle,
the witches broom stick broke in half,
and she crashed into a puddle.
All wet and bedraggled,
her fist she shook at the sky,
screaming, you I will get,
in the bye, and bye.
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