When a witch's cat is near
It is time to show some fear
For he is only there
To gather up her fare
He so needs a lock of hair
And the toenail of a bear
Some dirty underwear
A touch of evil stare
He wants a pinch of eye of newt
And a brand new silver flute
Some fungus from a toe
A horn that he can blow
He'll take garbage from the can
And a bit of of moldy flan
Then he'll drag it back
To the witch's waiting sack
They will mix it all right up
And pour it into a cup
Then hand it out to you
The witch will cackle too
After you have had a taste
Not a minute will they waste
Their friends, they'll call them all
On a heavy crystal ball
And a party they will throw
Spider webs tied in a bow
Before long the midnight hour
Will toll with ghostly power
You will lose her game of chance
When spiders crawl up your pants
A snack you will become
Isn't Halloween fun?
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