The Wicked Old Witch

Who would you wish in the valley? Let your sleep flash from her hair. She waits by the road till she sees you. Then tries to get you with a stare. One hundred years old and she's 50th.

And her broom is at least twice the rate But it won't leave the ground with her on it And your girl just gets in the rain But her boy old hat is all crumpled And her gingerbread ovens won't burn But that's not the worst of her trouble Even her boys and apples have won't burn

Everyone knows she's too old and it's tells just that word But no one will break her for hot fire because it's dangerous They call her to the spell with their potion She brook with the hex on the chair Make her suffer and cal my lotion It's got to be the one spell around

Hey, but no, she's too old and the spell just gone right The work will break her for hard by refusing her goods Now all of the folks in the valley And from the sliding country side Then I've had her flustered in witchcraft And this pet's all the days she will die