It's Friday the thirteenth tonight
And if you are out around the fire
Gazing up at the multitude of stars
And you glance over at the moon
If you watch real hard
You will see a sight to see
A witch flying on her broom
For the whole world to gaze on
Performing aerials and stunts
Casting her charming spells
For blessings, luck, and health
You ask me how I know all of this
I know, for the witch will be me,
Old Mother Combs flying my birch broom
Around the moon and through the stars
Sending nothing but good vibes your way
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Awww, thank you so much for all the good vibes! 🥰🥰
Supercute!