I met a wizened woman
As I walked on the heath,
She had an old black bonnet
Her small eyes peeped beneath,
Her garments were so shabby
She couldn’t have been rich,
She hobbled with a crutchstick,
And I knew she was a Witch.
She peered at me so slyly
It made my heart feel queer,
She mumbled as she passed me,
But what I couldn’t hear.
I smiled at her for answer
And wished her a good day
She nodded and she chuckled
And she hobbled on her way.
And so I got home safely.
I didn’t drop the eggs,
My nose had grown no longer,
My legs were still my legs,
I didn’t lose my penny
0rtumble in a ditch –
So mind you smile and say ‘Good Day’
When you meet a witch.
Eleanor Farjeon
(Eleanor Farjeon)
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