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.