A Psychologist's Inkblot. Almost as good as Cloud Gazing


1999
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up in the air, sky high, sky high
Old Witch Haggaddy

Old Witch Haggaddy
Was old and raggaddy
She had a voice that was 
mean and craggiddy
And when she walked her shoes 
went clicketty, clacketty. 

One night flying high lightning
went zippitty zappitty
I hit her broomstick and her broomstick 
went snapitty
Old witch Haggaddy 
came down smacketty

She landed in a tree, 
and the tree went crackeddy
She screached and howled, 
and oh what a calamity
She spooked her black cat
that ran away and never 
came backetty

Poor old witch 
Haggady, 
ricketty and racketty.
 

 
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NOVEMBER 30,  1998