Written by: Russell Sivey

What does she store In those terrible jars Above the fireplace They look to have crazy things Like spider and newt eyes What ingredients Does she still keep around What spells are they for I would hate to fall Victim to one of her curses Turning me into a newt This dark curse would truly hurt Taking me down into the ground Falling helplessly Into a big pile of goo Nothing but newt eyes
Russell Sivey