was the spell! Ah, I remember! [In a hushed mysterious voice she chants.]
the spell
From my eyebrow pluck a hair,
E-burrimee boo-row.
Blow it high up in the air,
E-burrimee hock.
Where it lands a circle trace,
E-burrimee boo-row.
Three times pace about the space,
And
Knock, knock, knock!
[As she knocks smoke rises form the circle she has traced, and there is a sound of distant thunder.
Thunder says the spell grows warm,
E-burrimee boo-row.
Now I speak the mystic Charm,
E-burrimee boo!
the charm
Ee, Eye-sof-o-gos. Ee, Eye-sof-a-giddle!
Ee, Eye-sof-o-gos. Ee, Eye-sof-a-giddle!
