One Serving!
If you go and mix together
Fairy wings and cardinal feathers
And a pinch of golden hair,
Well, you're almost halfway there.
You need a toad that squeaks and squeals,
You need to ask him how he feels.
Then you bottle up his words,
And you feed them to the birds.
When the birds are full and fat,
You give them each a silly hat.
You must make sure the hats don't fit--
Snatch up their anger! Don't get bit!
Shape the anger like a hearse,
And mold a driver, make him terse.
And when he drives a bit too fast,
A body falls out, all aghast!
It's okay, it's not dead yet!
Give him poker chips, make a bet.
Don't cheat! Make sure you honestly win!
If you lose, you must start again!
Real quick, sew up all his tears
Into a cotton quilt. Take shears,
And cut the fluffy part to shreds.
It shall not grace any more beds!
Take the fluffy bits inside
And stuff them in a dead bear's hide.
And when the bear wakes, vision fuzzy,
Ask him for his finest honey.
Now you buy an iron pot,
And you heat it up all hot,
And in goes the honey-- splat!
And that'll serve you up one laugh!