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A witch with a broomstick was learning to fly 
And her broomstick instructor was starting to sigh:
    'Just point up to heaven and head for that star!
      A broomstick’s much easier than driving a car.'

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'I’ll be late for my party.  It starts promptly at eight.
They’re expecting me then and I mustn’t be late.'
     The instructor then thought: 'How very absurd.
     Most witches can fly through the air like a bird.'

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He said: 'Tell me, my dear, but what word did you use?
There’s a choice, as you know, so which one did you choose?'
     The witch was embarrassed; her face went quite red.
     'I’m not good at remembering words,' she then said.

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Her instructor got angry and gave a big sigh:
'So how did you think you would fly through the sky?'
      He asked her politely which word she preferred:
     'Now don’t forget that one!  It’s your special word.'

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'Oh thank you so much,' cried the witch with delight.
She shouted the word and her broomstick took flight.
   Through the sky to the stars went the broomstick on track,
    But the word meant 'one-way' so she’ll never come back.

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