Take hair of daughter, twitch of nose
Sound of sigh and nail of toes
Stir the cauldron, drop them in
With drip of drool and glass of gin
Allow to cool and bottle up
Then offer her a glass or cup
Under breath, repeat a spell
And wait for scream or maybe yell
Watch as warts begin to grow
And hair grows long, as white as snow
Then daughter too shall join the clan
Of sisters who are feared by man.
©Em Lynas (maybe)