Witches on the yellow grass

on the yellow grass
Heated by the sun
You would of thought it was popular
But no one goes there
Not one

For as the sun goes down
and the full moon goes up
Two witches will appear
With a cauldron and cup.

At twelve exactly they will dance
and sing a magic song
Then drink whats in the cauldron
and sit smoking a bong

Then they get on their brooms
And fly away
Till the night breaks
the very next day