Rutherford Rugola was a witch with supernatural powers.
The forest trees were in awe when she appeared with her fulcrum.
Once every twenty-two years on a September with showers.
She tossed crazy things into her rainbow-generating cauldron.
“Spittle Biddle Born and Diddle
I conjure my ancestors, they’re second fiddle
Beebalow Deebalow, Schimmy Shoo
I summons the magic ones, Herfrog and Toodleoo”
Forest animals ran to the meadow when they heard her chant.
She can turn us into goats and ghouls, they said with scream or sigh
A rainbow haze filtered out of her cauldron with a fanciful slant
Someone will soon be transmogrified when she catches their eye
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