Something strange is happening   My bones do ache and my ears they do ring   I could pull and tear my skin      I hear its smell and I want to scream   A whispering and a scratching to be let in   From outside and from within      By the pricking of my thumbs   Something wicked this way comes      There's something evil on the wind   Something wicked is fast approaching   Rushing through on hidden wing      Nothing good is what's in store   It's nothing new and it's rotten to the core   And a-howling at my door      We're dragged helpless in the undertow   The quicksands surround and swallow us whole   Ah stroll stroll ah stroll stroll   For Jonah and the whale      By the pricking of my thumbs   Something wicked this way comes      Just around the bend   A rushing on the wind   Here it comes   Here it comes