It isn't easy being a witches son.
It all started from day one .
My mother is a famous witch.
Can speak in any foreign language
Most people use a broom to clean I hear
My mother uses it for flying in the atmosphere.
Other kids look at me with jealousy and awe,
As on my mothers back I soar.
Mother with a wink of her eye,
Can fly so high in the sky.
Mama, you make feel so proud,
As we fly so high above the crowd.
I can't wait till I have my own broom,
So into the air, I can zoom ,
Now my heart is starting to pound,
For my first solo off the ground.
Look at me, soaring so high,
What a thrill to be, a part of the sky.
Hey, what's happening, I'm starting to fall,
I don't know what's the matter at all.
Look at the straws coming out of my broom !
Mama, What happened, I'm losing my zoom?
Mother, don't let me fall from the sky

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