WITCHES
There are grinning pumpkin faces on the stairs, And Witches riding broomsticks in the hall; And night-black cats with yellow eyes that wink At slender crescent moons upon the wall. Such wicked cats I'm sure I've never seen, But I'm so glad to-night is Hallowe'en; Because I think I'll hide behind the door, And Wait so still while through the crack I peep, I'm sure those hump-backed witches in the hall Will come to life when everyone's asleep. But Daddy says that witches nowadays Have given up their cat-and-broomslick Ways, My daddy says he knows a witch or two, And one of them is tall and straight and fair, And though she does k now how to cast a spell, Has eyes of blue and shining golden hair, But that to me sounds very, very funny, How could a witch have hair and eyes like mummy? —Phyllis FitzGerald.
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New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVI, Issue 23489, 28 October 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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149WITCHES New Zealand Herald, Volume LXXVI, Issue 23489, 28 October 1939, Page 7 (Supplement)
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