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My apprentices and I will be on the streets tonight
We will get out our brooms then we will take flight,
They will be much better than they were the other year
For they have grown a little and they have less fear.


My numbers are growing for I now have five
And we aim to frighten everyone who is alive,
Mischief and mayhem we hope to bring to you
Alas they are still too young for the witch`s brew.


Watch for the trail of mischief we plan to leave behind
Don`t try to follow `cause us you will never find,
We`ll come stealthily and take you by surprise
So much so you won`t believe your eyes.

No clouds to be seen just the light of the moon
And into its rays we`ll fly on our magic broom,
You`ll hear us shriek as we fly overhead
Don`t even think of hiding under the bed.


A bang on the window a thump on the door
There`ll be no doubt it will be us for sure,
Why not be brave and just open the door
Then you can see what we really have in store.


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