Double, double, toil and travel;

Three members came to clear the gravel.

With three broomsticks like the witches fly;

Under London’s darkening sky.

Discussing Saturday’s Parkrun;

And Jenny’s marathon.

The buckets were filled;

And no frogs were killed.

As we finished shovelling in the dark

We said goodbye to Charlton Park!

credit to ‘Song of the Witches’, Macbeth