The Witches

There are no children! Only MICE!

In every school is mice galore

All rrrunning rrround the school-rrroom floor!

And all the poor demented teachers

Is yelling, “Hey, who are these crrreatures?”

They stand upon the desks and shout,

“Get out, you filthy mice! Get out!

Vill someone fetch some mouse-trrraps, please!

And don't forrrget to bring the cheese!”

Now mouse-trrraps come and every trrrap

Goes snippy-snip and snappy-snap.

The mouse-trrraps have a powerful spring,

The springs go crack and snap and ping!

Is lovely noise for us to hear!

Is music to a vitch's ear!

Dead mice is every place arrround,

Piled two feet deep upon the grrround,

Vith teachers searching left and rrright,

But not a single child in sight!

The teachers cry, “Vot's going on?

Oh vhere have all the children gone?

Is half-past nine and as a rrrule

They're never late as this for school!”

Poor teachers don't know vot to do.

Some sit and rrread, and just a few

Amuse themselves throughout the day

By sveeping all the mice avay.

AND ALL US VITCHES SHOUT HOORAY!’

The Recipe

I hope you haven't forgotten that while all this was going on I was still stuck behind the scr