Round about the cauldron go,
Three blind witches head to toe,
Dressed in black, the cackling bats,
From the ceiling drip their wrath.

The air was stale
The ground was damp,
The cauldron sizzled
And bubbled and boiled.

Time went by and still they cried,
Hackingly cackling old as time,
Three blind witches,
Bide their time.