Where Magpies fly, there was a witch;
Lived on hillocks, by the ditch,
Lied by daylight, carried sticks.
Where Magpies fly, she set a spell;
And someone fell down in a well,
And it made a pretty hell.
Where Magpies fly, then do not go;
For the old have older souls-
And everything they have- they stole.
Patti Masterman
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/where-magpies-fly/
