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Here
are the witches' brooms, Stir with your arms.
Here are the witches' hats; Hands make a triangle over head.
Here are he witches' magic cloaks. Take on a cloak.
And
here's the way they make their spells, Wave your hands and stir
cauldron.
And ride in he sky with their black cats.
Run,
run, don't let them see you...Move arms as running.
Run! Run! from their Voodoo!
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