Cast the circle, pull up a chair
Park your bottom anywhere
Call the corners, need more rows
On this pretty crochet throw
Ask the priestess what she thinks
Is this wool that colour pink
Knitting needles cast a spell
No dropped stitches, mote it well
Invoke the pearl and sometimes knit
In-between the tales of wit
Crochet hook in deosil squares
Secret signs and patterns share
Smell coffee drink the tea
Happy knitting witches we
Wool will run out in the end
But we'll always be good friends
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