Trouble Brewing

If you're a ditzy witch, stay away from the cauldron!

Trouble Brewing

The night of nights
is upon me now.
I must make my brew,
but I'm not sure how.

Was that frog's warts?
Or tongue of bat?
I forgot my instructions!
Oh do hush, cat!

A dash of that,
a pinch of this.
Is this brew
supposed to hiss?

Purple steam rises
and an awful stench.
Leapin' Lizards!
You're in trouble wench!

My cauldron is melting,
black iron all oozy.
I can't believe my eyes
and I'm feeling woozy.

The next time I get
an idea this bright,
I'm staying in bed
and sleeping all night!