fromWitches Song

The owl is abroad,
the bat and the toad,

And so is the cat-a mountain,

The ant and the mole sit both in a hole,

And frog peeps out o'the fountain;

The dogs they do bay,
and the timbrels play,

The spindle is now a-turning;

The moon it is red,
and the stars are fled,

And all the sky is a-burning.