Y’know, Gore never did get his testicles back from her lockbox. I think they went into a stew she was cooking...
Hillary: | Round about the cauldron go; |
Hillary: | Round about the cauldron go; |
In the poison'd entrails throw. | |
Toad, that under cold stone | |
Days and nights has thirty-one | |
Swelter'd venom sleeping got, | |
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot. | |
All: | Double, double toil and trouble; |
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble. | |
Hillary: | Fillet of a fenny snake, |
In the cauldron boil and bake; | |
Eye of newt and toe of frog, | |
Wool of bat and tongue of dog, | |
Adder's fork and blind-worm's sting, | |
Lizard's leg and owlet's wing, | |
For a charm of powerful trouble, | |
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. | |
All: | Double, double toil and trouble; |
Fire burn and cauldron bubble. |