my little witch isn’t scary at all—
she’s round as a melon and six inches tall.
her name is Miranda. she lives in a cave.
she’s got twenty children, the youngest is Maeve.
but, sadly, Miranda is mired in gloom—
tonight’s Halloween and she can’t find her broom.
she searches the closet, she searches the hall,
but spiders and cobwebs are no help at all!
so she hurries to market on two tiny feet—
but instead of a broom, she buys olives and beets.
a spree for fresh veggies, you wouldn’t expect.
but my witch is peckish, so that’s what she gets.
she washes the veggies, removes all the pits,
then slices and dices and dances a bit.
’cause Miranda is happy with her witchy brew—
now she’s got supper—a hot veggie stew!