I see the old gray witch
her heart is black as pitch
she's hatching out a scheme
to hex my every dream
she lurks in moonlit night
she loves the devil's light
when she is on patrol
she's out to steal my soul
but when a shadow falls
and by my window stalls
upon a lonely night
I don't give in to fright
I keep some water near
that is their only fear
I'll splash her with regret
for witches can't get wet
it gets them every time
so don't forget this rhyme
she'll melt like yesterday
a puddle of dismay
and don't you pity her
when witches you deter
it doesn't hurt a bit
it's just what witches get
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Somebody has been watching too much Wizard of Oz! Except that: Their witch was green, and not grey, and She was out to steal your ruby slippers, and not your soul! Warning: Do not read this poem immediately before you go to bed at night! :)
This witch is real, she's gray and scary. She roams, she steals, I keep my water bottle handy. LOL