You can hear their brooms tick!
They're the ones who look at YOUR shoes when they talk to you.
They ain't private ears. (I don't care if a six year old came to this first thirty years ago, it just came to me.)
He's bee-witched!
How do you get a witch pregnant?
Booooooo, Booooooo
The manta pray, at least until the morpray eel hears about this.
A *Souper*tanker! Simmer on that! - I say!
Seven. Six to carry the casket and one to drag the body
She calls the flying squad!
Broom sick.
"Ve have vays of making you tock!"
Not counting the bombs strapped to their chests, I have no clue.
If you don't know the answer please never invite me to dinner.
