I’ll climb upon my broomstick
And take to the sky
This night could be so promising
If I can really fly
This spell I mix needs ingredients
Tonight I’ll pick them up
Eye of newt and bat wings
I’ll mix them in a cup
I’ll find my Book of Shadows
And get the mixture right
Wait a minute something’s wrong
My broom feels rather light
Oh no I’ve left the cat behind
That will never do
Everyone knows the cat comes too
When flying on your broom
Does the cat come for balance?
Or just to look the part
Maybe it’s part of the magic
And helps the broom to start
I’ll have to ask my High Priestess
She will put me right
But that can wait ‘til tomorrow
I’ve got work to do tonight
Now what’s that spell I’m doing?
Oh yes that’s the one
Eye of newt and bat wings
I’ve got to get it right
Then I can tell my High Priestess
Her teachings not in vain
Oh no I’ll have to put off flying
It’s decided it will rain
Of course you know that’s my excuse
My broom can’t really fly
But that’s what Witches are supposed to do
So I’ll just keep the myth alive
I’ll take my broom and cat with me
And meet you in the sky
Carolyn Oldfield
