See the Black Cauldron froth and bubble
brewing love, money, or boiling trouble.
Over the flames and smoke of fire
Witches bend, chant and conspire,
Mixing in strange herbal lore,
so set to right or even a score
The Knowledge of Witch, Wyse Wyfe and Hag
Could heal, or bless or cause to gag.
Herbs of mystery from long lost tomes,
Oils which bubble, seethe, and befoam.
Weaving a scented and spooky sell
to enliven the senses of whatever to quell
Gurgles and cackles and laughs of glee
Summon the powers that there be.
Only a Witch and the planetary Gods
Can bless with might or set all at odds.
Bubble, Cauldron, froth and foam,
Bring whatever my desires home.
Work the Magick of my witchy brew,
Chanted over this cauldrony stew.
