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| Witch witch, where do you fly?
Under the clouds and over the sky. Witch, witch, what do you eat? Little black apples from Hurricane Street. Witch, witch, what do you drink? Vinegar and good red ink. Witch, witch, where do you sleep? Up in the clouds where the pillows are cheap. |
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The skeletons are out tonight,
They march about the street, With bony bodies, bony heads, And bony hands and feet. Bony bony bony bones with nothing in between, Up and down and all around They march on Hallowe'en. |
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Witch,
witch
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