"There!" she said proudly. "Now we're ready to fly."
Everyone stooped to pick up a broom. "Looks like just an ordinary broom to me," said the Scarecrow. "Will it really fly?"
"Not yet," said the Witch. "I have to say the magic words."
She held her arms over the brooms and began to chant:
"GENA-MENA-WENA-BENA-CHICKAMA- LONKA-STU
RINKY-DINKY-ZINKY-WINKY-KIKALA- PLONKA-KLU
LITTLE BROOMSTICKS, THERE YOU LIE ...
MAKE READY TO FLY INTO THE SKY."
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, followed by a huge puff of smoke and a very loud peal of thunder. "It is done," said the Witch.
Everyone rushed over to the broomsticks.