“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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