Flight Over Sleepy Land

Out of my hut I step
Holding broom in hand
I saddle it and leave for
A flight over sleepy land

Humans sleep in warm beds
Snore and scratch themselves
Dream of their beautiful meadows
Better don’t wake!

Only cheese-like moon
Is my friend tonight
And the wild wind shares my
Laughter!

Sheep snort in their barns
Get a handful of plague!
Sick and rotten meat for dinner
Will taste in autumn best

Gilded barley fields infested
This year – no beer
Unlucky peasants won’t have anything
To ease their grief

When I’m flying out for sorcery
In a starlit night
Little children cannot sleep
Hearing my joy and laughter

Sheep feel in their barns
That’s something’s going wrong
And tonight they will see
What they have never seen before…