Three little witches

It was an autumn night
The gloss of stars was rather bright
This night three witches solemnly came out.
Beautiful costumes. Oh, pretty children!...Why do they shout?

The time to walk away and play
The time to make the people pray
Three charming ladies holding a broomstick
Fly to the moon to give a scary kick.

Long skirts, a crazy hair-do. They are so nice!
I love, love, love the witches in disguise
Their dark and crazy, sweety thoughts...
They're real ladies, who love forget-me-nots.

Halloween is just the only happy day
When pretty ladies gain the horror fame
"So",- say the witches, - "When shall we meet again:
In thunder, lightning or in rain?"