OVER THE MOON

A witch on a broomstick flew over the moon

Hoping to catch up with the cow,

But she misjudged her landing and came down too soon

Making a hellish bad row.

Her broom was all broken, her outfit in tatters

Her crystal ball flattened, not round;

She persuaded herself then that ‘none of this matters –

I’ll soon get us off of the ground’.

She put on her hat even though it was bent,

Waved her arms and recited a spell –

Twice her broom lifted as if with intent –

And twice broom and witch backward fell.

Then all of a sudden she spotted the cow

Just sitting there, eating and mooing

She jumped on its back and said ‘Take me home NOW’

And the cow said ‘What the hell are you doing?’

The witch said ‘dear cow, if you take me to earth

I can give you such riches untold;

Just tell me your wishes, whatever they’re worth

Whether diamonds, or silver, or gold’

The wily old witch was as good as her word

But the cow wanted no such bright things;

She just wanted a good bull to make their own herd –

And a nice pair of sturdy white wings.

So when she feels bored or if she gets the hump

She can just fly straight up to the moon -

With such splendid wings now there’s no need to jump

And she’s got a new lover – the spoon!