Roaming in the urban sprawl
Are witches numbering three
One is ginger, two are not
They all drink gallons of tea
In the sinister land named Blackley
Casting spells at will
Evil deeds unvanquished
Bloodthirsty and never still
Redhead like a serpent
A forked tongue like flashing blades
Any poor victims that cross her path
Are haunted in dawn raids
Second witch is lily white
Disguised as a bus driver
Her mission is a simple one
To never accept a fiver
Third wicked woman practices her craft
With looks that can kill
Hair changing colour many times a year
Thriving on the thrill
Round and round the dreaded 'hood
Terrifying and deathly pale
No earthly being can stop them
And live to tell the tale
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