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Staff meeting at cheers bar Mountains from mole hills and crises from dramas You would not believe all these cheers palavers There badly reported and often distorted With big wooden spoons held only by goons! You know of the ones of which I now talk They arrive on the flight of a stick that brings doom At night cross the sky you’ll see em all zoom Silhouette of a cat`n`a hat `n` a broom Together they’ll gather contrive miss malign To develop and plot their ill gotten rot Just sharing on eye understanding the lot its so very likely I think probably not The three sit together round bubbling pot Contains eye of newt a small child and some snot Ecstatically chanting on pentacle spot They stay held together in trancelike mind lock No need to be scared tho and frightened I’m not I’ve no real fears of their ethic less plot Cos when the dark coven simmers down its black pot They’ll not get to me cos I’m worse than the lot. i was only peeling carrots