Back in my coven I`m mixing a brew
`No silly billy` it`s not a stew,
We`re having a party a witches do
I`m sorry `cackle` but it`s not for you.
I will do a few bits for them to eat
Hee! hee! how about some nice fresh raw meat?
Maybe some rats tongue on a long stick
I`m sure the witches would just love to lick.
In the corner we`ll have a cats chorus
And they will provide the music for us,
We will dance and sing `til the break of day
We will cause mayhem and lots of affray.
Now I must concentrate on the pot
I will look to see just what I`ve got,
Gin, vodka, whiskey, can`t forget the rum
All together this will be good by-gum.
One by one they fly in on their broom
But I`m not worried there`s plenty of room,
When they all arrive the fun will begin
Then we`ll raise the roof and cause quite a din.
They start to leave hardly able to stand
Heaven knows where any of them will land,
They wish me farewell and climb on their broom
Then one by one into the sky they zoom.
The brew was strong without a doubt
`Cause I gave this tree quite a clout.
A BREW OR TWO 
