The Witch on Whisper Lane

There was a witch on Whisper Lane

Who played with a screaming toad

A lovely tune on the lonely road

While neighbours cried in pain

To product her horror show

She called upon a silly rain

Which tumbled on every window

Drawing bats on every pane

Then she danced with a scarecrow

A tango boiling up the brain

And to the public becoming insane

Sent a kiss tasting of mango

No more witch on Whisper Lane

The estate ended up the show

Selling the old manor Cane

To a fat and rich weirdo

But in the night of Samain

When at night comes up the rain

The air whispers a canto

That still smell of mango