Millie gave a great big sigh,
“I’ve lost my hat,” she said.
“Of course you’ve not, you silly witch,
It’s right there on your head.”

“But what about my potion jars,
I’m sure they’ve gone astray.”
“Of course they’ve not, you foolish witch,
They’re right here on display.”

“And now my lovely broom has gone,
It’s flown to pastures new,
“Of course it’s not, you daft old witch,
It’s standing next to you.”

“Oh, wise old cat, what would I do,
Without you by my side.”
“You’ll never know, you dear old witch,
I’ll always be your guide.”