The owl is abroad,the bat and the toad,
And so is the cat-a mountain,
The ant and the mole sit both in a hole,
And frog peeps out o'the fountain;
The dogs they do bay,and the timbrels play,
The spindle is now a-turning;
The moon it is red,and the stars are fled,
And all the sky is a-burning.
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Witches' song poem
From guest Grace Mcgarry (contact)
What a very beautiful poem! it is creative,artistic, and wonderfully enchanting! -
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wow, i like this, this is very good. i like how everything flows and how it all rhymes all nice and smoothly.
very good.
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