Creatures at My Door [How to Make a Witch Beautiful]

I hear the knock of little fingers
I cackle with such glee
Because they've come this dark night
To gather up some treats.
I didn't have to brew a potion
Or sing a lovely tune
They've gathered there outside my door
Hastened by the moon.

Their bags of goodies I will take
As I lead them all inside
Then I'll lock them in my cellar
Before I skin their hides.
Their flesh will burn in my ovens
Their breath will give me life
And their voices lend me treasures
Replacing my screeching cries.

I wring my gnarled hands with greed
As these thoughts invade my mind
I slowly walk to the door
And throw it open wide.
Where are the children, where have they gone
they were here I know
I'm sure I heard them knocking
Just a minute ago.

I look at the clock in the hall
I see I have lost track
The time has ticked away again
And the kids won't be back
Another year of waiting
For a most perfect scene
But I got lost in my thoughts
Which happens a lot, it seems

Now I must wait another year
You may think I'm crazy
Brew a potion, sing a song
But this old witch is lazy.