There`s a rumble in the skies
But it comes as no surprise,
For the witches are about
And up to no good nodoubt.
They`re on their broom, broom, broom
Riding fast zoom, zoom, zoom.
The witch`s brew is brewin`
So what d`you think they`re doin`?
I think they`ll gather in force
And then they`ll set their course.
They`ll fly passed the moon, moon, moon
You will see them soon, soon, soon.
They`re on their brooms and ready
Their brooms can`t hold them steady,
They`re even flying upside down
Oh! They look like such a clown.
Watch from your room, room, room
See them go zoom, zoom, zoom.
The brew has taken its hold, alas!
And filled them up with lots of gas,
And shot them into outer space
I look, but I can see no trace.
So wave them bye, bye, bye
In the night sky, sky, sky.
