They never said why she was wicked,
That was just taken on Faith.
She'd a face to fill you with fear,
No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair.
Along with a welcoming leer.
But a Good Witch,
Really likes people.
Good Witches really do care.
For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones.
The f***less and foolish and silly ones.
The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones.
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing.
That's a Witch's center and soul.
And a Good Witch,
Looks to the ages.
Betwixt this world and the next.
More edges than people can know,
Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow,
Right and Wrong, don't always show.
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing,
That's a Witch's center and soul.
"A Good Witch,
Never Cackles.
Cackling is not just,
A 'Nasty' laughter.
It means your mind,
Drifting away from its anchor.
It means, loneliness and hard work.
Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time.
Until you thought it was normal to stop washing,
And wear a kettle on your head.
It means thinking,
Right and Wrong, are Negotiable.
In the end...
It means going to the Dark,
A BAD road!
At the end of that road,
With, Poison Spinning Wheels,
And Gingerbread Cottages..."
That was just taken on Faith.
She'd a face to fill you with fear,
No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair.
Along with a welcoming leer.
But a Good Witch,
Really likes people.
Good Witches really do care.
For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones.
The f***less and foolish and silly ones.
The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones.
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing.
That's a Witch's center and soul.
And a Good Witch,
Looks to the ages.
Betwixt this world and the next.
More edges than people can know,
Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow,
Right and Wrong, don't always show.
The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing,
That's a Witch's center and soul.
"A Good Witch,
Never Cackles.
Cackling is not just,
A 'Nasty' laughter.
It means your mind,
Drifting away from its anchor.
It means, loneliness and hard work.
Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time.
Until you thought it was normal to stop washing,
And wear a kettle on your head.
It means thinking,
Right and Wrong, are Negotiable.
In the end...
It means going to the Dark,
A BAD road!
At the end of that road,
With, Poison Spinning Wheels,
And Gingerbread Cottages..."