witchs brew stirs itself
witch’s brew took over the stirring herself
using a much larger spoon she found on a shelf
the witch was astounded, and backed up to the wall
a cat clock was so tickled, she laughed and had a fall
The newts and the frogs jumped into the brew
Tasty! Yelled an ignorant one. He thought it was stew
In a way I am, the brew said with a smirk and a smile.
A delicious poison for an elf who had done a misdial.
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