The Evil Lady -- by Dennis McLean

The Evil Lady by: Dennis McLean Toil, toil, toil! We three witches boil This crimson blood of a young sparrow, Killed by the tip of a silver arrow. In goes the heart of a small plump toad Crushed by a car on a narrow road. Spirit goths of above hear us cry! We wish the power of the sun to fry Our evil sister who had turned A wicked witch who must be burned! Next comes the bone of a vampire bat Murdered by the fangs of a ferocious cat, While sleeping in the cave of death. Oh no! Here comes Macbeth! Vanish my sisters while he does not see Our plan to torch our sister, Macbeth's lady.