A new broom for the witch of the wood
She bought it from a peddler who said it was good
It had a handle of ash and a brush of straw
And it could sweep the dirt from the floor and the wall

She took it to her hut and gave it a try
But soon she found out that the broom was a lie
It did not sweep the dust, but made it fly
And it filled the air with a terrible cry

The witch was angry and threw the broom away
But the broom did not stop, it wanted to play
It chased the witch around the wood and the town
And it made a mess wherever it flew down

The witch was tired and scared of the broom
She wished she had never left her old one in the gloom
She ran to the peddler and begged him to take it back
But he laughed and said he had sold her a quack

The witch was hopeless and did not know what to do
She thought of a spell that might help her get through
She said some words and waved her hand
And turned the broom into a strand

The strand was harmless and could not fly
The witch was relieved and let out a sigh
She took the strand and threw it in the fire
And vowed to never buy a new broom from a liar

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