T'was the month before 'All-Hallows-Eve',
Getting their broomsticks ready to leave...
The Sanderson sisters were filling the pot,
With 'eye of newt' and a fungus for rot.
Winifred-dancing-is consulting her "Book",
with Mary peeking over her shoulder-sneaking a look.
Sarah is flying low, all over the town,
calling all the little children, uphill and down.
Singing, "Come little children, I'll take thee away-into a land of enchantment. Come little children, the time's come
to play-here in my garden of magic."
They came in a row, all the little girls and boys,
Hoping for candy, wishing for toys.
Watching by candlelight-with the fire burning low,
The sisters fell into a deep sleep, by the orange glow.
One curious child slowly crept over to Winifred's book,
Hearing their snores, he took a quick look.
Reading the spell the sisters had cooked,
he noticed two pages, stuck together in the "Book".
(The sisters had brewed "Nytol"-inhaling it as it cooked.)
Giving a cheer, he opened all the cages,
letting all the children out-all different ages.
And I heard him exclaim, as they ran out of sight...
"Happy Halloween to us all....to the witches..."