So Mary and I have found this poem:
Spos'n the witches began to witch,
And you didn't know which witch was witch?
Well, spos'n?
Spos'n a h'ant appeared to you,
An' an old black rooster up and crew?
Well, spos'n?
Spos'n a pump-kin pumped hot flames,
From a place, you know, what nobody names
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