Oh, how old I have become,
Make my age turn back!
Be rid of my foolishness
with a tablespoon of tact.
Exchange my evil nature for
a touch of style and grace
turn my damned lumped skin
into a beautiful smiling face
Cauldron, oh cauldron,
boil and pop
I command you to make me happy!
as I sip the very last drop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well done! What's the use of being a witch if the magic doesn't work on yourself?