Beltain is coming
Nanny Ab is getting fat.
She’s rummaging ’round frantically,
She’s lost her pointy hat.
The candlesticks are polished,
Got her Grimoire, Horned Lord Ring
But where’s that feckin’ hat gone?
She can’t find the blessed thing!
Well if pushin’ comes to shovin’
She could wear her Priestess gown
Cos the pointy hat is missing but
She’s got her ritual crown.
Her familiars are all sniggering,
Know she hates the “dress-up” scene,
So this year, like all others,
Beltain dress will be in jeans.