Through the dark bad scary Eve of Halloween night
Death wishes of Hattie spirit yet to be seem in the sight
She flies upon her broom off in the woods at moon light
Her ugly face and tooth less grin with a hat so bright
The mystery tale is told of humane flesh loves it to eat
Her spooky looks with blood thirsty taste is her treat
Nine lives of her old cat is after your heart and soul
Eve of Halloween hungry bloody strain meet her goal
A haunt house upon the hill top is a place she calls home
With all her old creatures so the old witch is never alone
Through the dark woods she will fly to catch her prey
Hattie would rattle in a sing song voice of words to say
The old witch got her name Hattie by the spell she cast
Stories of witch craft and ghost sighting from out her past
Hattie came from a tuff line of old witches over the years
She love to frighten real people on Halloween far and near
©Johanna Fields
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