TridentWielder

Eye of Newt, Tongue of Frog All just mess from the bog Round and Round the pot spins Filled to the brim with mermaid fins Dash of this, pinch of that He'll be dead in 10 seconds flat Flames dance along the walls Laughter echos in the halls Peasants come and peasants go Just one way I make my dough Spread by whisper in close corners I always draw in foreigners Run from me, live in fear Quiet like a hunters spear Final words of the chant yelled out All are startled by a shout "Get out old witch! We have come to throw your body in a ditch!" Just one more thing to complete the seam And this will all just be a dream Rest your