A dragons scale, some fairy dust
and horn of unicorn
A dead mans hand, a blind mans tears
some hair from child just born
A spiders web, and eye of newt
a green frogs knobby knees
These things, in Witches kitchens found
for magic recipes
She’ll grind up bones with river stones
and add rainwater, pure
To sell to neighbors and their friends
and all their ailments cure
But when she finds that she’s not well
no potions will she take
She’ll not waste these things on herself
more money will she make
The modern witch will sell her wares
not keeping prices down
She’ll need the cash to take the bus
the Doctor lives in town