American Folk Art
There's a house upon the hilltop we will not go inside,
For that is where the witches live, where ghosts and goblins hide.
Tonight they have their party, all the lights are burning bright,
Invitations are extended to the haunted house tonight.
But we do not want to go there, so we run with all our might --
Oh no!  We will not go inside that house tonight!
-- Author Unknown
The moon was lost behind a cloud
When something strange went by
I tried to see it going
But it flew so fast and high.
I don't believe in witches,
But this is what I saw:
A figure sailing through the sky
On a broomstick made of straw!
-- Author Unknown
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