Twigs and trouble, toil and bubble,

　　In my broom, there hides a key, for all the good things, you`ve given me,

　　On the eleventh stage, and here I come,A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

　　And here, how much, have I already spun,

　　Not enough dear, keep working,

　　Keep watching, the stew that`s brewing,

　　Keep sinking,

　　In this mood I`m feeling,

　　The elevation I`m feeling,

　　The fresh air we`re breathing,

　　This blood moon,

　　I`m fiending,

　　Is this a big elf I`m seeing,

　　And I`m bleeding,

　　And this deer keeps waiting,

　　And the third guy came out,

　　Said how`s this cold you`re keeping,

　　This warmth you are seeking,

　　This mild feeling,

　　Of sweet vanilla filling.