Pop and crackle,

Fizz and bubble,

The witch stirs her cauldron

On the fire in her hovel.

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She shrieks at the night

It will happen alright,

The life-giving force

Of her potion’s in sight.

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It’s got onions and greens,

Carrots and beans,

There’s garlic and lentils,

She’s hungry and keen

To gobble it up,

From bowl and from cup,

The magic of plants

She’ll slurp and she’ll sup.