Witchy Woo
Witchy, witchy, witchy woo,
Tell me, is it really true
That you can scry a crystal ball,
Read the runes where they fall,
Cast a spell, weave a charm,
Yet cannot sing a Christian psalm?
"Oh," said Witchy, "that's not true,
I can sing a psalm or two.
I save them for those Christian folk
Who think that magic's just a joke.
They can't see it's all the same,
Just magic by another name.
If they had learned their ABC's,
Attended the odd spelling bee,
Or took a little time to look
Within the pages of a book,
They'd know that words are not the thing
And wouldn't even have to sing."
The Ducking of Witchy Woo
Witchy woo went out one day,
She stopped to watch the children play.
The silly girl forgot the rule
That, witches never go to school.
The children screamed and off they ran,
As fast as only children can.
The mums and dads got really mad,
And gathered all the friends they had.
They fetched her down to the village pool,
And sat her on the ducking stool.
Three times up and three times down,
Till finally someone cried, "she's drowned!"
They then declared her innocent,
And laid her out in the village tent.
But Witchy's mum was very wise,
This future she had long since scried.
She taught her how to hold her breath,
So well that she might feign a death.
And later whilst the village slept,
Out the back flap Witchy crept.
And there beneath the April moon,
She picked up her old hazel broom,
And flew off down to Belcraig wood,
As fast as only Witchy could.
Witchy Woo and the Glamour Spell
But you can't keep a good witch down,
And Witchy had a yen for town.
She tried a little hemlock cream
That someone said was anti-green.
She tied small strings around each wart,
But nothing worked, or so she thought.
Then happenstance (or fate) lent a hand.
The fairest witch in all the land
Dropped in for some herbal tea
And said 'oh Witchy dearie me!
Did you not learn the glamour spell?
How can this be? pray do tell!'
Then she whispered in her ear
Three words mortals never hear.
'Some call it the old priestess trick,
Why do you think I look so slick?
It shows the goodness held inside,
Good witches never need to hide.
And if you practice hard and fast,
The glamour spell will truly last.'
And so it was in early June,
On Childrens Day with flowers in bloom.
A new girl popped in for some sweets
At the little shop on Daisy street.
And further down, the pet food store
Sold catnip and oh, so much more...
Witchy, witchy, witchy woo,
Tell me, is it really true
That you can scry a crystal ball,
Read the runes where they fall,
Cast a spell, weave a charm,
Yet cannot sing a Christian psalm?
"Oh," said Witchy, "that's not true,
I can sing a psalm or two.
I save them for those Christian folk
Who think that magic's just a joke.
They can't see it's all the same,
Just magic by another name.
If they had learned their ABC's,
Attended the odd spelling bee,
Or took a little time to look
Within the pages of a book,
They'd know that words are not the thing
And wouldn't even have to sing."
The Ducking of Witchy Woo
Witchy woo went out one day,
She stopped to watch the children play.
The silly girl forgot the rule
That, witches never go to school.
The children screamed and off they ran,
As fast as only children can.
The mums and dads got really mad,
And gathered all the friends they had.
They fetched her down to the village pool,
And sat her on the ducking stool.
Three times up and three times down,
Till finally someone cried, "she's drowned!"
They then declared her innocent,
And laid her out in the village tent.
But Witchy's mum was very wise,
This future she had long since scried.
She taught her how to hold her breath,
So well that she might feign a death.
And later whilst the village slept,
Out the back flap Witchy crept.
And there beneath the April moon,
She picked up her old hazel broom,
And flew off down to Belcraig wood,
As fast as only Witchy could.
Witchy Woo and the Glamour Spell
But you can't keep a good witch down,
And Witchy had a yen for town.
She tried a little hemlock cream
That someone said was anti-green.
She tied small strings around each wart,
But nothing worked, or so she thought.
Then happenstance (or fate) lent a hand.
The fairest witch in all the land
Dropped in for some herbal tea
And said 'oh Witchy dearie me!
Did you not learn the glamour spell?
How can this be? pray do tell!'
Then she whispered in her ear
Three words mortals never hear.
'Some call it the old priestess trick,
Why do you think I look so slick?
It shows the goodness held inside,
Good witches never need to hide.
And if you practice hard and fast,
The glamour spell will truly last.'
And so it was in early June,
On Childrens Day with flowers in bloom.
A new girl popped in for some sweets
At the little shop on Daisy street.
And further down, the pet food store
Sold catnip and oh, so much more...
