In the darkness behind the icky wicky spiders web
Lies utter horror and dread
For there lives a wacky wicked witch
And a warpy warlock
The fear in the atmosphere increases
With the ticking of the clock
The wizard is monstrous
While the witch is preposterous
At every midnight hour
On their brooms they fly over ivory tiers
They tear and they scare
They dance and they prance
They shout aloud making people pass out
They frighten little kids in bed till with fear they tear out their hair from their heads
At full speed they move to the cemetery
To wak up the dead from their bed
And together tey wander in streets
On juicy flesh and sweet meat they feast
They come out with the howling of the beasts
Yet it's strange parents insist
That witches and wizards do not exist
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