Come horse, come hound, come leaping toads,
Down from the forests and over the roads,
Through all the meadows and over the ditches;
Off to the Sabbath to dance with the witches.
Beavers and badgers and nocturnal creatures;
Cats, bats and howlets with comical features,
Flying and creeping and crawling and walking.
Dancing and singing and laughing and talking.
Folks from the cottages, people with riches
Come altogether to dance with the witches.
Flowers from the hedges with mosses and lichen
Carried by ladies and maids from the kitchen;
Squires from the manors and boys from the stables,
Young folk and old folk and all who are able,
Travel by twilight avoiding all hitches;
Everyone rushes to dance with the witches.
Round the bonfire they go merrily tripping,
Yelling and screaming and jumping and skipping.
Free as the wind they keep dancing and shrieking,
Bodies all gleaming and sweating and reeking.
This is far better than all your riches;
Throw off your cares and let’s dance with the witches.
In the pale moonlight they romp till the morning,
When everybody is tired out and yawning.
Loudly they shout in the highest of pitches,
O’ for the nights when we dance with the witches
— The Witches’ Sabbath by Arnold Crowther