The night grows dark
Eyes seek and follow all around
Of animals and insects
That know no earthly bounds
The only sound that I can hear
Hiss and crackling of the fire
The potion that it heats so hot,
Smelly, green and dire.
I weave some words from deep within
A spell for me, a spell for you
Singing songs of magic places
That I alone have seen
A sprinkle of deep peace, A pinch of wondrous love
Oodles of absolute joy and bubbling laughter from above
Stir it all completely
Silver goblet yours to fill
A sip for each your friends
So they never do get ill
Hubble bubble toil and trouble
A lovely witch am I
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