Round about the cauldron go;
In the poison’d entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights hast thirty one
Swelter’d venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ the charmed pot.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and howlet’s wing,
(Macbeth, Act IV, Scene I)
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Hope you had a good one!
ReplyDeleteHope yours was wonderful. We had the least # of kids at our door, ever. :(
ReplyDeleteA ghoulish poem, really and awesome for Halloween!
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