I’ve known some Wiccans in my time,
Sky clad witches!
Wicked!  They

... chanted spells in words that rhyme.
I watched,
waiting,
wanting to play.

I neither sought portion nor spell—
not trusting the magic of it.
I thought them ******--
all raised in Hell—
whose sinful flesh I yearned to get.

I met a witch named Sally Sue,
I took a longing for that Miss.
You won’t believe what she could do
with just a nickel and a kiss.

Her beauty rare,
she stole my heart,
that sky clad witch named Sally Sue.
She taught me secrets of her art.
She taught me things I never knew.

When moonlight’s full on Solstice eve,
their gossamer **** bodies dance.
And power men cannot conceive
is raised to give new life a chance.

Daughters from Hell? These Wiccans—
Nay!
With grace and beauty they create
more peace and love than words can say
to save a world, dying with hate.

But in despair we had to part—
I and my Wiccan, Sally Sue.
She left me with a broken heart
to do what only Wiccans do.