Black Color

There is a black forest,

That hides a black brick house there.

That house is the gloomiest:

Black spiders are running everywhere.

A fence of black cars tires

Runs the whole way around the house.

Little bats are flying

Over the black mouse.

A young lady is a host, she is a witch.

Her shoes are pointed, as black as pitch.

She wears a black cloak and a hat.

She rides on a broom with her coal black cat.

She cooks licorice candies,

Creates new magic spells.

Black cauldron bubbles.

Mysterious atmosphere:

Flickering candles,

Ringing magic bells.

She says Doozy licorice puff!

Trying to turn her cat into a big black gorilla,

Wearing a tuxedo,

But something goes wrong.

And now it's not the cat,

And there is no gorilla,

Just a teeny-weeny caterpillar.

A black old crow is laughing at her,

Saying

At least it wears the tuxedo.