I’m getting myself ready, boots and scarves and my warm garments I’m getting myself ready to climb on my broom the night is cool, the air is clear it’s only some small adjustments but all seems to be perfect to fly to the moon. Upon my broom stick there is my black cat, eyes widening to the moon. And when we will be there I’ll make arrangements for our new home with flowers I’ll adorn the walls up to the beams. The scent of herbs and spices will seep into every stone and coloured carpets all around will warm our dreams. Upon my broom stick there is my black cat a cock, a brown pot a key, my old hat a bowl, a frog upon my broom, we’re flying to the moon. And when our home is ready I’ll take care of our new garden a willow tree, a hawthorn and a birch I’ll grow. I’ll drop a tear of joy, a stream will flow all of a sudden and coloured birds will come and twitter their “hello”! Upon my broom stick there is my black cat a cock, a brown pot a key, my old hat a rhyme, an old book a bowl, a frog dagger and serpent fireflies and carpets vervain and rue upon my broom, we’re flying to the moon. And now to everyone who really enjoyed my story I wave my hand and blow a kiss from astride my broom! Upon my broom stick there is my black cat a cock, a pot, a key, a hat a rhyme, a book, a frog dagger and serpent, fireflies and creepers vervain and rue, bedknobs and mirrors ivy and fruits, boxes and pillows feathers and shoes upon my broom, we’re flying to the moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
