Ruth Bedford

(2 August 1882 - 24 July 1963 / Sydney / Australia)

The Witches Song - Poem by Ruth Bedford

"Hoity-toity! Hop-o'-my-thumb!
Tweedledee and Tweedledum!
All hobgoblins come to me,
Over the mountains, over the sea:
Come in a hurry, come in a crowd,
Flying, chattering, shrieking loud;
I and my broomstick fidget and call ---
Come, hobgoblins, we want you all!
I have a pot of a mischievous brew;
You must do what I tell you to;
Blow through the keyholes, hang to the eaves,
Litter the garden with dead brown leaves;
Into the houses hustle and run,
Here is mischevous and here is fun!
Break the china and slam the doors,
Crack the windows and scratch the floors,
Let in the cockroaches, mice and rats,
Sit on the family's Sunday hats;
Hiding and stealing everything little,
Smashing everything thin and brittle;
Teasing the children,
Tickling their heels ---
Look at them jumping! Hark to their squeals!
Pinch their elbows and pull their hair,
Then out again to the gusty air!
Flutter the birds in their sheltered nests,
Pluck the down from the ducklings' breasts,
Steal the eggs from the clucking hen,
Ride the pigs round and round the pen!
Here is mischief to spare for all ---
Hoity-toity, Come at my call!
Tweedledum and Tweedledee,
Come at my summons --- Come to me!"
Thus said a witch on a windy night,
Then sailed on her broomstick out of sight.

Comments about The Witches Song by Ruth Bedford

  • Gold Star - 8,371 Points Francis Lynch (5/28/2014 10:05:00 PM)

    Yeah, that's okay. Take a look at The Green Brier Fire, please, and let me know how it compares. (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 5,587 Points Darlene Walsh (5/28/2014 4:28:00 PM)

    lol very funny and very entertaining. I wish more of Ruth Bedford's poems were posted here, this was so good this can't be her only one. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 1,118 Points Michelle Claus (5/28/2014 12:53:00 PM)

    Perfectly wicked. Halloween is immensely inspiring, and so is this terrific poem. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 69,266 Points Gajanan Mishra (5/28/2013 6:59:00 AM)

    mischief to spare for all, good write, thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Femi Oloidi (11/4/2012 11:05:00 AM)

    Woah! This just swicthed my brain off, into a blank space of numerous thoughts. This is so 'bewitching richly legendary', I must say! lol. Ruth you are a Queen of poetry. I know u know.*smiles*
    Kingfemi (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Michelle Tohill (10/21/2012 8:05:00 PM)

    As small children many years ago, my cousins and I used to create short skits from books of poetry. This is one of the poems we performed and I had no idea who the author was, the book having been long lost. Great to find it! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 7 Points Sylva Portoian (5/30/2012 12:28:00 AM)

    If there was one witch at that era...
    We have so many witches now... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 0 Points Azmat Naushad Asif (5/28/2012 4:41:00 PM)

    wow....absorbing frm 1st to the last line (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 6,116 Points Pranab K Chakraborty (5/28/2012 1:09:00 AM)

    Nice and spontaneous. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004

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