The Old Man

There was a man with weathered skin,
You could see the world in his eyes.
His wrinkles a map of where he’d been
Showed how he’d become so wise.

A Witch My Dear!

Like the devil she danced my dear.

Jumped when she had the chance my dear.

Shouted and screamed until she was freed,

And killed the King of France my dear.


Crept like a whore in the night my dear.

Often gave people a fright my dear.

Snuck into the house quiet as a mouse,

And killed all the people in sight my dear.


She was a sight to behold my dear.

Dirty and warty and old my dear.

Howled at the moon and sat on a broom,

And ran away into the night my dear.