Witch’s Brew (by Summer Stomach)

Deep in the evening forest

Lurks a witch who’s hardly modest…

The sun was falling fast

Something smelled delicious Though I almost hurried past

I spied a cabin suspicious

Herbs were hanging from the porch

I startled to see a black cat

But when I lifted up my torch

I saw a pointy hat

By then it’s too late That witch will have you on her

plate

Transformed into frog or snake

Something small and slippery Something she can easily eat

The witch’s brew! Down in her cauldron! (Ew)

Gettin’ stirred around with you

I was kinda tired

of soldiering on Don’t you want to stay and stew?

My mind was fading fast

What was I before this?

Dreaming, I couldn’t think of my past

But the truth is,

I enjoy this

Now we’re hanging from her pudge

Settling in, we deposit somewhere fat

But before either of us can budge

She’ll lay down and take a mighty nap Oh by then it’s

too late

That witch will have your mind ablate Forevermore a part of her

fate Happily bouncing on her frame

Cozy and warm, her bottled soul flame

The witch’s brew!

Down in her cauldron! (Ew)

The witch’s brew! Down in her cauldron! (Ew)

The witch’s brew! She got you too? (Haha)