I'm a witch and I fly on a broom,
Over the trees, Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!
Flying towards the silvery moon
With my cat on the back of my flying broom.

The turbulence is strong but the cat's not stressed,
Wind blows my hat and my hair's a mess!
I'm a witch and I fly on a broom,
Over the trees, Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

Warts on my nose quiver in the flight,
Bristles on the broom are where the cat holds tight!
I'm a witch and I fly on a broom,
Over the trees, Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

We loop the loop as we fly through the sky,
Hang on cat, we can do it if we try!
I'm a witch and I fly on a broom,
Over the trees, Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

My skirt got snagged, too close to a tree!
But the freedom is good, wouldn't you agree?
I'm a witch and I fly on a broom,
Over the trees, Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!

It's time to go home, a witch must go to bed,
Chocolate flavoured milk and a book I haven't read.
I'm a witch, which I have already said.....
Turn out the light and it's Z! Z! Z!.

hallo Shizara I LOVE THIS POEM !
I shall keep it in my collection of favourites.
A lovely sense of freedom

Thank you!!

It was one of several I wrote for children that I know.