Song of the Witches

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by William Shakespeare



Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg and howlet's wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.


Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and caldron bubble.
Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.


Much to be done today.



My own little witch is having friends over for a birthday/Halloween get-together, so room needs to cleared for 5 not-so-little-anymore little girls to run around. And before that a birthday lunch with Grandma PP and Auntie DD. We are vacuuming and baking and moving piles of very important, yet unread, papers from one site to another. And the dog follows diligently behind me shedding more hair to make up for its loss in the carpet.

Hope your Hallowed Eves is spooky and that you are handing out better treats than lizard legs.



nice kiddie, kiddie, kiddies...

Comments

  1. GailOctober 31, 2010 at 7:34 AM

    Happy Halloween, happy birthday and I love your literary choice!

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  2. dsOctober 31, 2010 at 8:55 AM

    This passage was standard Halloween reading for many years--love it! Yes, Happy Halloween, a very happy birthday and successful party.
    "By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes..."

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  3. aimsOctober 31, 2010 at 9:05 AM

    Now that's one scary little girl! :0)

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  4. debraOctober 31, 2010 at 10:49 AM

    have fun!

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  5. OwenOctober 31, 2010 at 7:22 PM

    Happy Hallows Eve !

    PS I've often noted your quote from Oscar Wilde at the top of the page, and after nearly 20 years of living in or near Paris, I finally got around to finding his tomb in Père Lachaise cemetery the other day. Was surprised to learn that there is a tradition for women visiting his grave to put on plenty of lipstick and then kiss the large tombstone, leaving imprints of their lips. Fascinating. Will do a post about it soon with pictures.

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