The Witch Which Is
The Witch Which Is
The witch which is in the house next door
Is nicer than the man before
She dresses like it’s Halloween
In the best costumes you’ve ever seen
The old man who was living there
Was mean and gave us all a scare
But he moved out and she moved in
It’s better than it’s ever been
The witch which lives with her black cat
Has on her porch a ‘Welcome’ mat
All us kids took that to say
That we could visit every day
So after school us kids would wait
Out front her house, right by her gate
And one by one she’d call us in
We’d come out with a great big grin
The witch which is in the house next door
Had fixed her house in to a store
In every room – on every shelf
Was toys and candy – we could help our self!
The only catch for us would be
To not take 1 – take 2 or 3!
We told our Mom that we had seen
A witch that had a face of green
We told our Dad what fun we had
And he said “This is very bad!”
He said “A witch in the neighborhood
Is never ever any good.”
All the witches he had seen
Thinks every day is Halloween
Every day she lets kids eat
Candy like it’s Trick or Treat
So pretty soon her and her cat
Watch the children getting fat
The witch which is so nice to you
Will plump you up for her ‘Kid Stew’
Free toys and candy to entice
Is Never Ever Very Nice!
The witch which lives next door to me
I thought was nice as she could be
But Daddy said that witch is bad
And I was very, very sad
We can’t go visit any more
The friendly witch that lives next door
It was Halloween there every day
When all us kids stopped by to play
Then one day it was SO funny
At her front door was the Easter Bunny!
Come on in kids – Come inside!
I have these eggs I need to hide.
An Easter Bunny’s not a witch
And I thought this was quite a switch!
Then I remembered what Dad had said
I told it NO! and shook my head
No kids went in that house to play
And soon that Bunny moved away
The house stands empty on our street
And if a witch I chance to meet
I’ll say the empty house is fine
And hand her the “No Sale” sign
So if a witch moves on your block
Be sure to RUN away – don’t walk!
And never ever go inside
You don’t know what she has to hide
I’d hate to think the end of you
Would be a pot of
“Kiddy Stew”
