“Racers, get ready,” announced Rose, the head witch of the land. All the witches got ready with their brooms.
All the racers said together,
Magic, magic, let us ride.
Magic, magic, to the finish side.
Rose smiled and said,
Magic, magic, here’s the show.
Magic, magic, off you go!
The race was on. The brooms and their riders flew into the sky, looping around trees, flying under logs and whooshing past birds.