They never said why she was wicked That was just taken on Faith She'd a face to fill you with fear No teeth, and a wart sprouting hair Along with a welcoming leer But a Good Witch Really likes people Good Witches really do care For even, the mean stupid, hapless ones The feckless and foolish and silly ones The Hopeless, Mothers and little ones The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft Is so hard to control It's everyday caring, loving and sharing That's a Witch's center and soul And a Good Witch Looks to the ages Betwixt this world and the next More edges than people can know Night and the Day, or the Fast and the Slow Right and Wrong, don't always show The Roots and Heart of Witchcraft Is so hard to control It's everyday caring, loving and sharing That's a Witch's center and soul "A Good Witch Never Cackles Cackling is not just A 'Nasty' laughter It means your mind Drifting away from its anchor It means, loneliness and hard work Driving you crazy, a little bit at a time Until you thought it was normal to stop washing And wear a kettle on your head It means thinking Right and Wrong, are Negotiable In the end... It means going to the Dark A BAD road! At the end of that road With, Poison Spinning Wheels And Gingerbread Cottages..."