Come Into My Cauldron

Open the oaken door
Step in and greet my cat
Broom has a rest, stands still
It snows all night through

Hands of burning fire
Start playing with cauldron sides
Water boils, for fragrance
I add some dry leaves

I will have a fat supper
And have stomachache
Where are children – no one knows
I will be replete!

Tasty broth’s smoke
Fills the space under roof
Knives chop fast
Babies from the last slaughter

Sit down, take a mug
Don’t be afraid and drink beer
I drink my first pint
For winter, witchcraft and night

Come into my cauldron, baby!
Come on!