The Evil Witch Who Stole Children

When you’re lying in bed
And you hear that high-pitched screech,
You know the evil witch is near.

Riding on her broom,
She swoops around town, dropping horrid spells
And grabbing terrified children.

Moldy hair flapping,
Green eyes glowing,
And sharp teeth showing on a wart-infested face.

Shrieking with delight,
She flies back to her lair,
Leaving parents screaming in despair.