Weaving a spell without using a bat 
I need a word about a black cat. 
Hair of blues and skulls with bones 
A hat of grey when rhyming a song 
Autumn is here and my witches brew 
My life forlorn without the likes of you 
Casting this spell to bring you home 
Rattling the skull and shaking the bones 
All the while dost singing a song 
Upon the mist of the forests dew 
Bringing together the form of you 
Seeing the future in the now 
Dang the current, Here stands the cow 
Then, Ba-Boom, and pow-pow! 
And here ye be, now, taking a bow.