Say it three times, "I am a Witch"
And the gods will hear you and make it be so.
Gaze in the mirror and watch it happen.
No-one out on the street will know
But the flowering may will be friends with you
And the stars will shine for you, sisterlike.
I will not be noticed.
I will go where a mouse can go.
I will come like lichen.
I will leave like snow.
And on holy days,
Lower your priest-entrammeled eye;
You may not see, you shall not see
Us witches rabbiting through the sky.
Hierarchs hard as hitching posts
In a circle round the Lamb,
Copes all stiff with English work
Really? I don't give a damn.
Merrily, merrily ring the bells
Out of the merry village spire.
Lets go down to the bramble wood
And look for faces in the fire.
Jesus has a robe of purple,
On his head a crown of thorns.
All our master wears is winter,
Nothing on his head but horns.
Stars that clink at wrist and ankle
That is how the midnight sounds.
No-one here will get to bed
Before the milkman starts his rounds.