On Halloween the witches fly
Like withered leaves across the sky,
Each with a broomstick for a steed
That gallops at tremendous speed.
Although I don’t approve of witches
Who wear tall hats and live in ditches,
Still I am glad there is a day
When broomsticks have a chance to play.
Witch picture from Collier’s Junior Classics: Volume 6 Harvest of Holidays (1962) (Only $0.34!)
Poem from Creative Plays and Programs for Holidays (1966)