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First there`s a sweep, sweep on the floor
Then I hear scraping on the door,
The restless broom it wants to fly
Be amongst the stars way up high.

I give in and I sit astride
I ride my broom with loving pride,
It`s great to be free way up there
And feel the wind blow thru` my hair.

Together we see many sights
Diving then soaring to great heights,
We love to do a loop the loop
I just laugh and let out a whoop.


We sit and hover here and there
`Til we see  people stand and stare,
They rub their eyes in disbelief,
We must make our visit brief.

So if you`re ever out one night
Please don`t scream if you get a fright,
The `cackle` you hear may be me
Riding my broom all fancy free.

......cackle, cackle, cackle......

copyrightę2008 Elsie

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