Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and night has thirty-one
Fillet of a fenny snake, In the cauldron boil and bake; Eye of newt and toe of frog, Wool of bat and toungue of dog, Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn, and cauldron bouble.
O well done! I commend your pains; And every one shall share the gains; And now about the cauldron sing, Live elves and fairies in a ring, Enchanting all that you put in. By the pricking of my thumbs, Something wicked this way comes. Open, locks, Whoever knocks!