A frog, a snail and three big flies,
A hairy, black spider with wobbly eyes,
A viper's tongue and a big, black crow
Into a huge ugly monster you will grow.

In the deadly hour of night
The moon in the sky is big and white.
The stars high up are shining bright
Magic broom away, we'll rise to our flight!

Magic, potion, magic, potion,
You'll be more potent with every motion.
In my black pot you're boiling thickly
He who'll drink you will be sickly.