The Witches Circle

On each and every Halloween night
And when the moon is full and bright,

When everything is dark and still
The witches meet on Black Oak Hill.

And as the witching hour draws near
One by one they all appear.

First they see who can win the race
Up to the moon and back to her place.

The witch’s brew must then be made
And also yearly dues be paid.

As the clock on the wall strikes twelve-o-one
Now, another Halloween is done.