Bananas are black
Oysters are green
And Beverly Ratwart
Was not to be seen
High on her broom
Flying through smoke
Beverly Ratwart
Started to choke
She swirved to the left
She swirved toward the cow
And Beverly Ratwart
Hit with a "Pow"

Stories are told
And so it seems
There is a creature
Who's furry and mean
It flys through the air
On a broom light as silk
And showers the land
With it's oderless milk
Horns on its head
And an old lady's shoe
It peirces the sky
With its cackling "Moo"

On Halloween night
When the lights are all dim
When the pumpkins are out
And the flowers off stem
Remember the witch
Who flew way up high
Who hit a poor cow
But didn't quite die

04/16/2002

Posted on 04/16/2002
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