There is a sorceress,
she's cruising the sky,
in just a dark moment,
the kerb,
won't be dry,
and her breath,
with the spin of a wild tornado,
She will fight,
She will bite,
Collect up her cape,
Creep on her besom,
take serious flight,

Her teeth will snarl treetops,
bathed heaving in raindrops,
Nervous conduction in weather's eruption,
where those trees really shake,
And earth beneath quakes,
You know that you're feeling,
the full force of the storm.
(C) Livvi