I'll brew me up a witch’s cat.
No lazy barking dog for me,
A cat will fill this witch with glee!
A cat that catches tasty frogs,
That hop and splash around in bogs.
Into the cauldron little gnat,
I'll brew me up a witch’s cat.
On my broomstick, he will lie,
As we go flying through the sky.
Holding tight with sharpened claws,
He'll snap at insects with his jaws
Into the cauldron, tail of rat,
I'll brew me up a witch’s cat.
We'll stay up late into the night,
Casting spells that cause a fright.
And when you've tired of all of that,
You can sleep in my old hat.
In the cauldron, something's funny,
Should my potion be this runny?
Forgot to add a mongoose hair,
Thick green smoke now fills the air.
It’s a cat-astrophic flop,
I’ve created gooey slop!