In a cave the witch does live
Icky and creapy with spider webs

She wears a long black robe and hat on her head
Her nose is long and has a wort so big

Has a cauldron as her pot
A fire underneith very hot

Tail of a dog
Leg of a frog

Scale of a snake
Wing of a jake

Round-n-round with a big old stick
Pushing it around in the brew so thick

Speaking spells that are a blur
Casting her magic at each stroke she stirs

She's casting a spell to turn into a bat
To fly over you in your night cap

Smoke in the cauldron twirls to the sky
The sparks begin to, in the air fly

She begins to whirl and spin
The black magic does so begin

Poof she changed into bat
Tonight you better watch your back
Or she'll turn you forever into a black cat