"Into the charm'ed pot you go,
our power strong and future sure!
Loud we sing and strong we blow,
But what's this,
we need an ingredient more.
But before me such great witches watch,
Before wise eyes I can't risk to botch.
Tell me, wise ones, what to throw in,
into my little pot blackened by sin.
The real, the fantastical, and just for jokes,
whatever ingredient you throw at me, I'll rhyme it in, folks."