'Come, zoom on my broom!' called a witch to a mole.
“Oh please come and join me and leave your warm hole!'
'Oh no!” said the mole. 'I am frightened of heights,
But if I were not, well, perhaps then I might.'
'Come, zoom on my broom!' called the witch to a horse,
"But the problem’s that you’re very heavy, of course.'
'Ride on your broomstick?' He gave a loud neigh:
'Get going old witchy! I’m eating my hay.'
'Come, zoom on my broom!' called the witch to a hen:
'It’s much better up here than down there in a pen.'
'Cluck cluck,' cried the hen. 'Oh, we hen’s never fly,
And it’s safer down here than up there in the sky.'
'Come, zoom on my broom!' called the witch to a boy.
'A nice ride on my broomstick you’d surely enjoy!'
'Ooooh goodee!' said he, and then holding on tight
Off they both went on that warm summer night.
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