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A pinch of hate

chopped tongue of a snake

stir well use the scoop

pretend it’s a soup

Make sure of the heat

To boil has the heap

of bats and fresh hair

The rats are unfair

They escape in the blink of an eye

We are the witches

No time to waste

You make your last wish

There’s something to taste

Witches’ Brew

Don’t taste the spoon

or you’ll be dead soon

now add crow’s feather

the tails of two lizards

to taste some tears

of children and nails

don’t forget the snail

but remove the shell

now wait the full moon and serve