The Spell

 Fangs from a wild shark,
Udder of a newborn calf,
Gut from a wrinkly frog,
Rats vomit and bluish fog.

Venom from a live wasps sting,
Dried up slug and dead doves wing.
Stir it in the dead of night,
Make it so it's crisp and light.

Round and round the cauldron turn,
Making sure our broth don't burn...

Rattle of a mother snake,
Throw it in so it can bake,
Handle of a table spoon,
Eclipse of a crescent moon.

Scalp from a rotting corpse,
Tail and mane straight from a horse,
Rotting tail of a cat,
Ripped off muscles, rolls of fat.

Body from the depths of hell,
Stir it in, good and well.
Pure blood and torn out vein,
Lungs, kidneys, heart and brain.

Stir it up, a deadly spell,
Then you know you've done it well.

Round and round the cauldron turn,
Making sure our broth don't burn...