She cackles loud with sly grin

Her broomstick spins like her twin

With a crooked wand and a twisted glee

She’s the queen of mischief and socks decree

She whispers spells like riddles untamed

Her laugh a storm that cannot be named

Her hat is a devilish beast it wants more

And she’s got a dark secret you can’t ignore

Don’t doubt her magic don’t roll your eyes

Or you'll be folded where laundry lies

The witch will giggle as you lose your form

Turned to socks mismatched and worn

Her shadow stretches down the cobbled street

Her broomstick hums to a ghostly beat

She loves your doubt it’s her favorite game

One little smirk and you’ll never be the same

The night grows thick

Her humor bites

With wicked jokes in the pale moonlight

Believe or not

Your body might vanish right in the night

Don’t doubt her magic don’t roll your eyes

Or you'll be folded where laundry lies

The witch will giggle as you lose your form

Turned to socks mismatched and worn

Striped or dotted she’ll make you choose

One for the left foot one to lose

She thrives on skeptics they fuel her spell

Dare to disbelieve and bid farewell

The kids all whisper they share the tale

Of sock-shaped children who used to wail

Her basket full

Of socks that whisper

Of magic cruel

Believe in witches

Hear their calls

Or risk becoming a pair in her halls