Once upon All Hallow’s Eve,
A wicked witch did fly.
A flash across the sky at night—
A twinkle in your eye—

On the hunt, was this aged witch
For little boys and girls
To put inside her big ole bag
And remove from this world.

To a roof in town, she flew
One with a little shaft.
Just like Santa Claus she slipped
Inside to work her craft.

The little boy and little girl
Were sleeping in their beds.
Into their room, she crept, that witch,
And bonked them in their heads!

The pumpkins cracked and spilled their guts
Dangit, she’d been had!
She glanced around the darkened room
This all could go real bad!

Then Johnny leapt out from his nook
A fishnet in his hands.
His sister, Eve, with garbage bag
Beside her bro, did stand.

“NOW!” said Johnny to his sis.
She put her in the bag.
Then they dragged her from the room—
The old enfeebled hag!

They drug her to the kitchen
Then they opened up the kiln.
Fired up the coals inside,
And then they pushed her in!

And so it was that wicked witch
Had flown her final flight.
And Johnny and his little sis
Slept safely through the night.