Into the pot she threw hair of dog, pebble of beach and water of stream.
The cauldron bubbled and bubbled. It began to glow a light purple.
With the moon starting to rise high in the sky, she said the magic words,
Magic, magic, everywhere.
Magic, magic here and there.
Magic, magic cold and hot.
Magic, magic, in my pot!
Suddenly, the cauldron was no longer purple. Instead a pale green. “Oh no,” she thought, “I must have missed something! But what?”