BLACK MAGIC

BLACK MAGIC

A bit of black magic should do the trick,
to drink my potion would make him sick.
I'll teach him to lie, to cheat and to steal;
give him what may be his very last meal.

I'm evil, I'm wicked, I'm scary as I can be.
If he crosses my path, a serpent he'll see.
He'll shake in his boots, wish he was dead
and I'll sit there laughing, my lips blood red.

The eyes of a gnat, skin from a green lizard,
heart of a goat and a chicken's old gizzard;
I'll add to my brew, watch it bubble and boil
for a bit of black magic will make him recoil.

I used to love him, of that there is no doubt
but he made this white witch turn inside out.
Now I will never be satisfied until he drinks
and to the bottom of a lake he swiftly sinks.

A bit of black magic should do the trick,
to drink my potion would make him sick.
I'm evil, I'm wicked, I'm scary as I can be.
If he crosses my path, a serpent he'll see.

He'll shake in his boots, wish he was dead
and I'll sit there laughing, my lips blood red.
I will teach him to lie, to cheat and to steal;
give him what may be his very last meal.

Countrymom
10/25/09