That Beautiful Place That We All Know Poem by H.L. Dowless

To Salem we go,
that beautiful place that we all know,
to fill our coffers with doe,
onward to Salem we all shall go.
That dark feline knoweth the way
to lead us toward that blessed bay;
onward to Salem without want,
for the town council shall surely feel the rapture
in our blessed taunt.

Onward to Salem shall we go!
Our sacred herbs the townsfolk are all a buyin',
so tonight we ride our broomsticks a flyin'.
Our spells they are all a pinein'
'cause their villains are all connivin',
so lets go to Salem town tonight!

The gold shall be in flowing,
cause our saints are all knowing,
when we set up camp tonight.
The demons will be a stirring for flight
as our power starts to growing
in old Salem town tonight.

The stew pot is a gurglin'
as we three stand a round
with our tainted brew a stirrin';
then shall our potions hold their greatest might
as all things get really hot there in old Salem town
tonight!

Aye, their lovers have all strayed
as their men elope with the poor maids,
hence our labors worth in our potions' betide
as the good townsfolk flock into our camp-site
in old Salem town tonight.

Their children's wicked wight
still fills them all with sickness and fright,
so thus shall our wise saints endeavor
to give those bad boys another flavor
in our camp-side on this hallows eve's invite.

The merry dwarfs will be there a dancing
as the ponies are in round circle walking, prancing
in our campsite by the stream fork's hilly right.
The bohemian gals will be a viewing crystal ball
as the clowns juggle with all their might,
whilst those laughing giants make jolly stroll
through our camp tonight.

Tonight all evil shall be made into good
just as all the townsfolk know that it should,
in our campsite by the stream fork tonight.
So everyone come and merry make,
bring your maiden daughters, hurry and don't hesitate,
all of the fun is in our camp invite;
First fork by the hillside on the creek
in old Salem town tonight!