
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 Please save me with a wink of a your eye
Save me my mother. I'll buy another.
And so I did, with a built in heater.
I could take my friends on my new two seater.
Most kids say they're luckier than I.
But can they fly so high in the sky?
Now I'm the envy of all girls and boys,
My broom is better than all their toys.
I don't care where or when,
I'll say it over and over again.
It doesn't matter how or which.
It's sure is fun, being a son of a witch.