Bring out the pots and

Clean out the pans,

Drag out the cauldron and

Conjure the cans.

Sweep out the floor and

Light a bright fire,

Dim out the room and

Build a great pyre.

Now comes the part,

Pay attention I say,

Work with caution – this

Isn’t a child’s play.

 Add a few toe-nails

Throw in the liver,

Let the heat hit you

Till the fumes make you shiver.

Mix in pickled eye-balls,

Scour out the blood,

Stay away from the frogs!

They are fresh from the mud.

Dissect all the bugs

And add in their guts,

Throw away their legs.

No ifs or buts.

Stir with the giant spoon

And wait when it simmers.

First, it turns green

Then gold and it shimmers.

Pour in the acid

And swirl it around.

Throw in the feathers

And the concoction turns brown.

Add in the bark

Of that shrivelled old tree.

Who killed that crab?

Alas, it was me!

Thicken the mix with the

Sweat of an owl.

Shred the pig’s skin.

Don’t sit there and scowl!

Now you should find sparks

That are purple and cream.

Coming from the cauldron,

Should be a lot of pink steam.

Let the pungent smell

Just crawl up your nose.

Breathe it right in till

It fills your head and toes.

Add in the serum

Till it’s a sickly blue.

Mix in the cat’s bones,

Finally, my potion can stew.

Put it in a phial and

It becomes juicy and thick.

It’s time to test it

Feed it to the chick.

Well, now, it’s ready

To be used on you.

Run away, dear, if

You don’t want my brew.