MUD CAKE AND MAGIC
Early one morning, with eyes all bloodshot
A witch stared into her empty black pot
‘Frog’s coming to tea, I’ll make a surprise
But what does a frog eat, other than flies?’
Scabby the cat looked up from his bed
And with one eye open he grumpily said
‘You can’t cook and your cakes are quite tragic
If I were you I’d try and use magic.’
The witch scowled at Scabby but knew it was true
So she reached for her spell book, all dusty and blue.
‘What should I try? What would do well?
Perhaps he likes mud cake – let’s look for a spell.’
She put on her glasses and turned the pages
‘There’s so many,’ she thought, ‘this is going to take ages.’
When at last she saw ‘MUD CAKE’ and with a smile on her face
She put on her apron of cobwebs and lace.
The spell looked quite simple and she read it aloud
‘First I need raindrops, straight from a cloud.’
Said Scabby the cat, as he pricked up an ear
‘Go get your broomstick and I’ll wait right here.’
So off went the witch up into the sky
Squeezing some raindrops from a cloud nearby
Into the pot the raindrops splashed
And next on the list was a lightning flash.
‘Shame it’s not stormy.’ Scabby said with a sneer
The witch thought for a second, then had an idea
‘The Wizard keeps some in a jar on the shelf
I’m sure he won’t miss one, I’ll get it myself.’
She flew miles to the castle that stood by the lake
The witch thought, ‘All this for one muddy cake?’
She knocked on the door and the Wizard appeared
‘Come in!’ he said softly, ‘I know why you’re here.’
She took the flash and tied it on tightly
Then hugged the Wizard and thanked him politely
Off she went quickly, back to her house
Next on the list was a squeak from a mouse.
The mouse in the cellar, she asked, with a please
And he gladly helped out in return for some cheese
So the squeak and the flash went into the pot
And last on the list was mud – boiling hot.
She dug in the garden collecting the mud
Then plopped it into the pot with a thud.
As it boiled and bubbled, Scabby sighed and stood up
‘If that splashes on me, you’re cleaning it up.’
There were magic words which had to be read
Exactly as written but were easily said:
‘Make me a mud cake and make it right here!’
Scabby said dryly, ‘It’s hardly Shakespeare.’
A puff of smoke was all that followed
And there on the table a mud cake wallowed.
Just then the Frog hopped through the door
Witch picked him up gently, off of the floor.
‘I’ve made you cake’ she said, quite proudly
Frog looked at the cake and said rather loudly
‘A cake you say? It had better be nice.’
‘How rude!’ though the witch and cut him a slice.
The frog ate the cake and started to wince
‘Did you know that I used to be a great Prince?’
‘I expected much better, not this sloppy goo!!’
Witch kicked the frog hard with the front of her shoe.
Scabby laughed so much he started to shake
But soon he was wearing the rest of the cake.
The witch looked at the frog and the cat then groaned
And with a wave of her wand turned them both into stone.
‘I’ll return you to normal when I’ve had my tea
That’ll teach you to be mean to me.’
She invited the wizard to share the food
While the naughty pair wished they hadn’t been rude.
So next time a witch asks you to tea
It’s probably best to say thank you and please.
It’s never advised to make the mistake
Of being unkind whilst eating her cake.