We have no doubt of that.
But why is winter cummen inne
With a temper like a rat?
Winter winds did blow me down
As I flew a la mode.
I landed in that Bramley tree
Halfway down the road.
I need a stronger broomstick now
To waft me round my haunts.
I wish that winter was a-donne
Pray all ye holie Saints.
Don’t let winter kill your Witch,
She is so loved by man.
If white witch goes,then all this shows
Winter should be banned
.
Take me to heaven where I’ll see
If Godde will have a worde with me.
And if She likes I’ll stay to tea.
I’m sure right now She will agree.
Godde will need a sacrifice
To show we truly care
I’ll ask you all to pay a tithe,
Before I go up there.
Oh, Winter is a naughty one
He playeth with the winds.
But humans are the only beings
Who wilfully do sinne
So though this cold is cruelly sharp
And makes us weep when out.
It’s nothing to the deeds of Man
Can any human doubt?
How my heart sings 