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I stir and stir this pot of stew. It mustn’t scorch! That wouldn’t do! With eye of newt, and frog tongue, too; A pinch of thyme, some pond scum goo; Will all make this a tasty brew! I’ll simply add a thing or two! Some worm surprise or rotten gnu Would add flavor to my foul roux! Perhaps a snail or black bamboo! In retrospect, or hitherto, Maybe I’ll add some kangaroo. I just can’t wait until it’s through What a delight! Oh yes, it’s true! If you should search to Timbuktu I’m sure that no one can outdo My lovely pot of witches brew!
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