Boil .. boil .. boil and bubble ...
A witche's brew that smell's like trouble ...
Black cat's and harvest moon ...
A witche's night to laugh and swoon ..
Boil ... boil ... how she toil's ...
Unto.... her brew ..... she is loyal ....
Cat's claw ... and bird's .... wing ....
It goe's into the soup as she sing's ...
Warted face ... and batting black eye's ..
She stir's the soup ... and I surmise ....
She'll put a spell on it for added flavour ...
If you taste it you ... will meet your maker..
On hallowed eve it's just for you ...
Stay away from the brew or it'll get you too ...
Remember the cat's claw and bird's wing ..
A brew that will make the devil sing .
Written by Terrance Martin
May 31 / 2017