Tiny Drop of Warlock Brew
I would like a tiny drop of warlock brew.
He looks at me with fierce eyes of blue.
Are you sure you know what to do?
If the brew grabs and gets the best of you?
Irritated now, I begin to stew.
Just give me a taste, and I’ll show you.
The warlock brew puts a hole in my heart and shoe.
I am terrified and do not know what to do.
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