potion

in the night, in forest deep
a pile of yew wood in a heap
a spark, a flame, a fire hot
lay upon your brewing pot
filled with water from the well
for to cast your wicked spell
add such mushrooms as you find
half of a muskmelon rind
the entrails of a dozen newts
seven oleander roots
scrapes of rust from an old door hinge
moldy loaf, both green and orange
stinging nettle, autumn crocus
whisper quiet: hocus-pocus!
stir it with a leaden pipe
let it boil half the night
sprinkle the brew here and there
toss some high into the air
what will the magic potion do?
it keeps the flies away from you!