I went to the well to wash my toe,
When I got there the water was low,
What time is it, Old Witch, Old Witch?
What time is it Old Witch?
Old Witch, Old Witch, she lives in a ditch,
And combs her hair with a hickory switch.
She lives on nails and snails and flies
And if you go near she'll wobble her eyes,
Oh, she'll wobble her eyes, Oh, she'll wobble her eyes.
It's a strange ode, I admit, but we are a strange pair, my mama and I. She used to sing this little ditty to us when we were children. I finally got one of these crazy metal chikkins for Mother's Day! (Hint: it's good to buy your own MD present.) Seeing this crazy old thing in my yard makes me appreciate having a good sense of humor which, in turn, makes me appreciate my mama all the more because she is the reason I have such a crazy sense of humor.
Oh, I do love my mama more than anything in the world. (Well, I do also love my son and my husband more than anything in the world, but there is a special love that is just for a mama.)
Here's to you, mama! May we always be a crazy pair of old hens!
PS The surprise I talked about on Friday didn't happen which is good and bad. Bad because it didn't happen and good because now there's still a surprise to come. La, la, la.