This is the story of Titch, a young witch,
Who had a deep-rooted and so-scratchy itch
To zoom into space and to gather bright stars,
And carry them home in large glittery jars.
A Star Seeker Witch is the best job by far
As magic is made from the dust of a star.
But though Titch could fly as if she had wings,
She struggled with spelling the simplest things.
Though Titch had the spell books, the hat and the wand,
A tiny black cat and a toad from the pond,
Her potions were rubbish!
Her hexes were worse,
She battled to conjure a jinx or a curse.