Steeleye Span Follow

They never said why she was wicked,
That was just taken on Faith.
She'd a face to fill you with fear,
No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair.
Along with a welcoming leer.

But a Good Witch,
Really likes people.
Good Witches really do care.
For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones.
The feckless and foolish and silly ones.
The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones.

The Rules and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing.
At a Witch's centre and soul.

And a Good Witch,
Looks to the ages.
Betwixt this world and the next.
More edges than people can know,
Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow,
Right and Wrong, don't always show.

The Rules and Heart of Witchcraft.
Is so hard to control,
It's everyday caring, loving and sharing,
At a Witch's centre and soul.

"A Good Witch,
Never Cackles.
Cackling is not just,
'Nasty' laughter.
It means your mind,
Drifting away from its anchor.
It means, loneliness and hard work.
Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time.
Until...
You thought it was normal to stop washing,
And wear a kettle on your head.
It means thinking,
Right and Wrong, are Negotiable.
In the end...
It means going to the Dark,
A BAD moment!
At the end of that road,
With, Poison Spinning Wheels,
And Gingerbread Cottages..."