The Itchy Sock Spell
There was a winter witch
Who knitted itchy socks
And if you didn’t wear them
She turned you into a fox
So if you see a fox
Tiptoeing down the street
Be ever, ever so nice
For it has very itchy feet
Who knitted itchy socks
And if you didn’t wear them
She turned you into a fox
So if you see a fox
Tiptoeing down the street
Be ever, ever so nice
For it has very itchy feet

Picture by Ellen Forkin
This poem is copyright (©) Ellen Forkin 2025

About the Writer
Ellen Forkin
Ellen is an artist and writer living in Orkney with her menagerie of lovable animals. She has alpacas, pigs, goats, sheep, chickens, ducks, a semi-wild rook and a dog called Raffy. None of them are interested in her poems, stories or pictures whatsoever.