Found via The Cynics Teaparty this great little pagan ditty :-)

T'was the Eve of MidWinter and all thru the coven, The Witches were cooking strange things in the oven. There were mugwart frittatas and dragon's blood stew And mescaline eggnog and mandrake fondue There were hot mountain oysters and road kill pate` And spotted owl kidneys and wombat flambe`

The circle was cast and the herbs had been smoked In hopes that the Goddess would soon be invoked When out by the hot tub arose such a clatter I jumped off my broom to see what was the matter And what should I see in the blackberry thorns But a soaking wet Goddess and eight unicorns!

"I was just sitting down with my vibrating phallus And a good book," she muttered "You bitches are callous! I came when you called over all my objections And got lost in the woods - you give lousy directions You turkeys invoked me, now look at my dress, My period's late and I've got PMS!" She cursed as She muttered; She looked like a wreck, The unicorns wimpered and shat on the deck.

We gave her some weed and we got her some grub We brought her clean towels and She soaked in the tub Then She rose hot and dripping and gave us her blessing And jumped in her chariot without even dressing! "On Isis, on Eris, Oya and Astarte On Ishtar, Inanna, Kali and Hecate!" We heard her exclaim as She climbed thru the air, "Thank goodness, there's only eight sabbats a year!"

~by Aurora Borealis Medicine Turkey