Hocus Pocus,
Tattered and out of focus,
You must keep hold of a crocus,
Grab a ***,
In with the lot,
There's a witch that's deep in thought,
Find her cat,
And her hat,
Or get hit with her bat,
Don't touch her broom,
Or you'll end up in a dead room,
Make a boom,
Let the town hear,
For the witch is here,
And the townsfolk cry in fear,
"The witch, the witch",
The townsfolk don't finish a stitch,
Instead they jump in a ditch,
You're her slave,
You better behave,
Or she'll stick you in a dangerous cave,
Hocus Pocus,
Tattered and out of focus,
You must keep hold of a crocus.
This is an older poem of mine that I made on May 2, 2013. I have always thought of making it a song. Maybe someday I will.