A little ditty…

I had to try my hand at writing a creepy little song so the witches in my current WIP could cast a creepy little spell… I have no song writing experience, so… It was… interesting.

“Oh four little witches went out to play, on a fateful summer’s day.
At the edge of the woods where the blackthorn grow, was an old man singing adagio.
‘Oh, little witches so wild and free, what would you like to be, to be?’
‘A mouse!’ said the first, ‘So I can hide in a house!’ for he had no home of his own.
‘A bear!’ said the second, ‘So I’d have not a care! King of the whole of the wood!’
‘A fox!’ said the third, ‘Now isn’t that good? For they are so pretty and sly!'
But the last little witch said, ‘Oh, no. Oh, no. I would be no other than I!’ ”

“As the old man sang his mournful tune, the little witches couldn’t help but croon
‘Oh to be a mouse, in a great big house!’
‘Oh to be a bear, with great, shaggy hair!’
‘Oh to be a fox, and ignore all the clocks!’
‘Oh to be a witch, and not fall for tricks!’
As the old man played his magic flute, the blackthorn grew its magic fruit.
The little witches danced and sang as the sloe grew thick and ripe,
When the berries were bursting and the thorns closed them in, the old man cried,
‘We will feast tonight!’ ”

“They baked those berries into cakes and pies, though one little witch thought this unwise.
When the feast was steaming and the moon was gleaming the animals ate it all.
But with each bite of berry - oh, they should have been wary - they grew rather hairy indeed!
When the last crumb was eaten, the fox ate the mouse for he was a louse!
And the bear ate the fox, for that’s quite orthodox!
And the man shot the bear, for that’s only fair!
A feast it was indeed!”

“As they ate that old bear, roasted ruddy with gin,
The old man and the last little witch sang a song,
Oh, four little witches went out to play, on a fateful summer's day!
Oh, three little witches, and one wily crone, went out in the woods all alone!
They sang and they danced and they ate magic berries!
They should have known better than to play with the fairies!
Oh, only one little witch came back, came back!
To grab her friend another snack!”