A Witch Is Born

Three hags around a fire
Of ugliness unseen
In a grim and murky mire
From a cauldron rises steam

Murmuring weird rhymes
Into the winter night
Their laughter barks and chimes
Their reeky breath's a blight

Their noses stir the brew
The nauseating stew

Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell
In the rhythm of this spell
Wing of bat and leg of road
A brat shall be bestrowed

A witch is born 2x
Cauldron-born
A witch is born tonight

A witch is born
A witch is born tonight

A penerrating yell
A savage infant cry
The priest strikes the death knell
In the village nigh

Four hags around a fire
In the grim and murky mire

Cauldron bubble, cauldron swell
In the rhythm of this spell
Wing of bat and leg of road
A brat shall be bestrowed