In unison, they recited an ancient rhyme.”With one blue eye to rule the sky,An eye of brown controls the ground;Magic swirls within our souls,Cryptic, mystic, spiritualistic,To protect the weak from evil’s effect,Elements guide us, ever...

Och, my potion is boiling. I need to say good night and keep an eye on the pot. Ye canna overboil newt’s eyeballs.