“Come, zoom on my broom!” called a witch to a mole.
“Oh please come and join me and leave your warm hole!”
“Oh no!” said the mole. “I am frightened of heights,
But if I were not, well, perhaps then I might.”
“Come, zoom on my broom!” called the witch to a horse,
"But the problem’s that you’re very heavy, of course.”
“Ride on your broomstick?” He gave a loud neigh:
“Get going old witchy! I’m eating my hay.”
“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.”
“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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