Thirteen witches

Thirteen witches sinking in twelve ditches up to their knobbly knees. What a view, what a strange picture they make. See, none of them talk to one another. They just stand there, silent. I like it, you don't have to.

The hundreds came running and I felt I had to give them something. So I killed my friend the elephant and fed them. They all said thanks together and left, kicking up so much dust on their way!