after Wm. Shakspeare
Enter the three Witches of MacBeth.
Witches Broom Nebula
Through the mists, we heard some crones,
This gruesome chant they eerily intoned.
Thrice the cursed cat hath meowed.
Then the hedge-fox yipped and howled.
The Raven cries: it’s time! it’s time!
Appeared three witches, pale and blind.
Three eyeless witches on brooms did lean,
To cast this spell for Halloween.
Now is Old One come from Hell,
Let us chant to make our spell
Round about the caldron go;
Into the poisoned broth we throw.
The ghastly recipe was slowly hissed
As the three blind crones read their list,
Toad, buried under cold dark stone,
Days and nights counted thirty-one;
Sweated deadly venom, a seeping goop,
Boil thou first in our charmed soup!
For a charm of powerful trouble,
As did the hell-broth boil and bubble.
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Spider fang and scorpion’s sting,
Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a poison snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Scale of dragon; tooth of seasprite;
Root of hemlock plucked at midnight;
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
Stillborn corpse cold and drab.
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger’s chaudron,
For the ingredients of our caldron.
Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
Witches’ mummy; mouth and throat
Of the ravenous great white shark;
Cool it with a baboon’s blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
Finished now the charm of trouble,
From the hell-broth boil and bubble.
Today You Can Make A Better Tomorrow 