Up on their brooms the witches stream,
Crooked and black in the crescent's gleam:
One foot high, and one foot low,
Bearded cloak’d and cowl’d,
They go.
’Neath Charlie's Wane
They twitter and tweet,
And away they swarm
’Neath the Dragon’s feet.
With a whoop and a flutter
They swing and sway,
And surge pell-mell
Down the Milky Way.
Betwixt the legs of the glittering Chair
They hover and squeak in the empty air.
Then round they swoop
Past the glimmering Lion
T’where Sirius barks behind huge Orion;
Up, then, and over to wheel again,
Under the silver and home again,
Under the silver and home again,
Under the silver and home again.
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