Maskèd face and nimble hands
O'er bubbling cauldron stands
Mixing leaf and hair and bone
Witchy never works alone
Sharpest eye and onyx brow
Looks out over field and plough
With her silver-gilded tongue,
Witchy's word to man be sung
Ruddy hair and blackened boots
Seeking fair and fancy loot
When his game is played and won,
Witchy's rule is absolute
Diminutive, yet quick she flies
In the corner of your eye
By that tiny vexsome sound,
Hexes cover much more ground