"Come, zoom on my broom!"

      Called a witch to a mole.
"Oh please come and join me      

       And leave that dark hole!"

"Oh no!" said the mole.

     "I'm frightened of heights,
But, of course if I weren't,

     Well, perhaps then I might."

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"Come, zoom on my broom!"

     Called the witch to a horse,
"But there could be a problem:

     You’re heavy, of course."

"Ride on your broomstick?"

    He gave a loud neigh:
"Get going old witchy!

      I’m eating my hay."

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"Come, zoom on my broom!"

      Called the witch to a hen:
"It’s much better up here

    Than down there in a pen."

"Cluck cluck," cried the hen.

      "Oh, we hen’s never fly,
And it’s safer down here

     Than up there in the sky."

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"Come, zoom on my broom!"

     Called the witch to a boy.
"A nice ride on my broomstick

    You’d surely enjoy!"

"Ooooh goodee!" said he, 

    And then holding on tight,
Off they both went 

    On that warm summer night. 

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