Four By Four

There’s a witch in my room
And she flies on her broom
And I can’t save my head from her spells

And I run, and I run
But she comes all around
On my trails and her laughs made me fell

It’s a move I can’t keep
And I’m starting to trip
Very soon you will find me on the floor

And I’ll stay like baby
And I’ll wonder if maybe
I'll have strength to reach for the door

But you’ll come, save my head
Offering me your hand
I will take it anytime, anyhow

And you’ll send me a smile
Taking me on an isle
Where the witch cannot come hunt me down