The Witches’ Spell
Double double toil and trouble
Fire burn and cauldron bubble,
Slime of slugs and sweat of pugs
All churned up with blood of bugs
Dust of house and claw of mouse
With the mites of a speckled grouse.
Take the twitching tail of a fresh-killed swine,
And stir it up with snotty wine.
Drink it up take a final breath,
And open your arms to the door of death.