Haunted Hill

On a haunted hill

I went up with all my will

I saw a witch

It was falling in a ditch

I laughed so much

But I was in Rann of Kutch (white/salt desert).

Just then I saw a ghost

It was eating toast

I called to him

Instead, he made the lights dim

The witch stood up

And turned me into a cup

While asking for help

I saw an elf

I called it up to me

But the ghost came to me

The elf told the ghost the plan

And the witch ran

At last, the witch died

And the ghost flied

Poor me, I am still that cup

Please, Please don't pick me up.