No need to gatecrash your invite`s there
`Cause to stop our fun would be unfair,
To breathalyse us was your threat
Joining us you may live to regret.
I`ll watch your approach from way up high
As you`re escorted through the night sky,
There`ll be a committee to welcome you
And a taste of our finest witch`s brew.
Gin you want but that is mother`s ruin
So with the whiskey and vodka it`s brewin`,
I suppose it`s alright for a Warlock
We can call the brew `a witch`s shock`.
Is there something special you`d like to eat?
If you`re hungry I can do octopus`s feet,
Maybe a rat`s ear or a fisheye
Maybe you prefer something that could fly!
You want to know just where it`s all at
Remember curiosity killed the cat,
We do things no eyes have ever seen
So it`s top secret, know what I mean!
If you still want to come then please beware
That you will be out-numbered in our lair,
We`ll treat you right we`ll be humane
But you may never again be sane.
And when you leave you will be so drunk
You`ll think your landing pad is the tree trunk,
Shall we inform the local Mr.Plod?
No! nor shall we tell the flying squad.
