My wiches chantbased of the witches from Macbeth

by Demented Hamster

just a little peom about macbeth the witches

Stirring thrice,

We toss the mice;

In they go,

With hunters bow;

Thrice, thrice we add the spice,

Thrice, thrice we add the vice;

In goes dead man's blood,

In goes long lost flood;

With a touch of frost,

With the trouble of the lost;

Thrice we stir the magic lotion,

Thrice we make the magic potion;

Sprits roam around the room,

Soon will come the crack of doom!