It was a dark and gloomy night
With a stench of trouble in the air.
Hidden deep within the ghostly woods,
Stood the evil witches' lair.

Witches three lurched over their pot,
Concocting a secret potion.
To turn the whole world to stone,
Was the evil witches' notion.

Gurgling, bubbling and burbling,
The sludge began to boil.
The witches gave a vicious roar,
But their evil plan would foil.

Prancing around their current creation,
The witches began to bellow,
Until Witch Number Two was alight,
With flames of orange, red and yellow.

The witches went up in flames.
And tried to make a final dash,
But the fire engulfed the room,
And their lair was reduced to ash.

It was a dark and gloomy night
With a stench of witches in the air.
Hidden deep within the ghostly woods,
Once stood the evil witches' lair.