Flying on a magic broom
Passing through the clouds
Of the frame of blue sky
Talking to the birds fly high
A hi-fi with smiling flowers
Far away a castle with a tomb
An adventurous visit to meet
The witch of the castle
To return her magic broom
And thank her for making my
Wish to fly so high with birds
A merry-go-round the world
Welcoming me with a drink
Smiling with her one inch gap
Tooth like a building wall
A magic castle full of
Bats, cats, snakes and
Heads of lion and tiger
She, sitting in her throne
Holding her magical stick
Kissing her bony hands with
Sharp thorny nails of cat
Permitting me to go back
To my village of love dale
Disguising herself to a beauty
Drove me in her magic broom
In a second was standing
In Front of my small hut of hay
Vanished the beauty Witch
Always heard witches are bad
But today felt they too have hearts!