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(the tune of "Yankee Doodle")

A witch went riding on a broom
On a cold October evening;
She met a ghost and a big black cat,
And down her neck they were breathing.
"Jump up on my broom," she said,
"Let's come out of hiding,"
"Jump up on my broom," she said,
"And let's all go a-riding!"