Hello all you little witchlets and budding Wiccans.
Time to drag out those black cats from under the duvet,
check that you're still covered for third party damage
on your turbo-powered broomstick and double-check that your
incantations are all still within sell by date.
Easily forgotten in all the excitement.
The fields and hedgerows are awakening from
their long winter sleep - and about bloody time I hear you cry.
The new born lambs are going "boing, boing" - can
become quite irritating after a while -
and you might even be able to turn the heating down
a notch or two if you're very lucky.
|I wonder how they manage to do that without the yolk all running out?|
So get into those kaftan's, stick some flowers in your
barnet, light the joss sticks and go with the flow.