Four witches decided to go out to lunch
And then talked of a problem they had:
“Boys are the worst,” said the wickedest witch,
“I’ve met some. They truly are bad!”
“So what’s to be done with these creatures?” they said:
“What punishment’s best for them all?”
“Well, let’s wait for the next, and perform a foul deed:
Let him crawl, as a fly, on the wall.”
Some boys came along, as the witches sat there,
And one hurled abuse, passing by.
So one of the witches, her finger outstretched,
Quickly changed him into a large fly.
Oh don’t worry, dear parents, if John’s not returned,
With his school things strewn over your hall:
John was the one who was cheeking the witch.
He’s not late but up there on your wall.