Diane Cluck Far Too Witchy
People say she's far too witchy—
Growin' a bean vine, stringin' a clothesline
'Wonder who's she? Go have a look-see
Sunnin' her behind out in the sunshine
She grows mad hair, no man goes there
Well, I saw one go—he di'n't come back, though!
Oh! She don't need them? Maybe she eat them!
What's with these folks' gossip & mean jokes?
She gonna gitcha, better run right by
Her kind are no good and at night they fly
I seen her dancin' under big dark sky
When there's ripe moon
She wails her tune
I seen her sweepin' with her riding broom
People say she's far too witchy—
Knobby knees & hanky-sneezes
'Wonder who's she? Go have a look-see
Talkin' to trees and sniffin' at breezes
She got no phone, she lives alone
Rich & crazy or poor & lazy?
She's kickin' a stone, she's pickin' a bone
What's with her, y'all? 'Sticks in my craw!
She got no car, that witch fly far
She takes the bus—don't make a fuss!
She's a renter—'wonder who sent her?
'Wasn't me, no, she's doin' no harm, though...
People say she's far too witchy—