The Warlock and the Enchantress

Eye of new, wing of bat,

She'll fly away to another land.

Boiling water, evil toad,

she'll never come to your side.

Evil eye, evil spell,

she has left you with no will:

Even though, in your sleep

you dream of her and her return,

and in your cauldron a spell you brew,

to enchant her and mesmerize her.

But, the boiling water freezes over,

and your enchantress has gone forever.