The Witch House
There’s a witch house in my village
I’ve seen it through the trees
It’s drab olive green in colour
And makes me tremble in my knees
It has two tall brick chimneys
And a diamond-patterned roof of slate
It bothers me so to look at it
On school days I’m often late!
I must walk past singing cheerful songs
To keep fears from my head
But often at night I remember it
When I’m tucked up safe in bed.