In a land of shadows and mist,

A young witch has her nose stuck in a list

In which all of her most favorite stories

Shine within their own glories.

"I am bored!"

The young girl groans.

"There are no more books!"

She sulks and moans.

And then she spots a magic pot,

that her mentor left upon her cot.

A brilliant plan blooms in her head.

"Oh, good! That's where these tales shall lead!"

She picks up the pot

and starts to throw in all the lot.

Toad spit, cat tails,

dragon scales and fingernails.

And for the final ending touch,

she scoops up two big handfuls of tales

dumps it all into the cauldron

and mixes the mixture until it boils.

Then she snatches up a net

and fishes out a brand new book.

Now she smuggles next to her dragonet,

and looks upon the book with dreamy eyes.