Don't forget the Witch

Nary a man a Witch can be
 nor Witch a Wizard, don’t you see
 For was thus ordained above
 this great natural law called Love
 that from man to woman is the flow
 and as such, always has been so
 
Into whose hands are baby's born  
 and who gathers the eggs on frosty morn
 T’is she who knows the herb that cures
 and guess who that trusty cauldron stirs
 Comes now the Woman of the Moon
 it’s Her planter’s orb in June
 
By wind and fire, rain and earth
 all God’s creatures know Her worth
 All that live are born in strif
 But She’s the One who nurtures life
 Thank you Goddess for the Witches
 By just their being, our life enriches
 
Think not there’s something I’ve forgotten
 it’s the fact that we ‘re all begotten
 You see, from that piece of Adam’s rib
 comes the hand that rocks the crib.
 Surely there’s one thing now we know.
 "Move over Wizard; it’s Her show."