Text: Say Hi To Your Mom. Toil And Trouble.

Just a lock of her and a jar of her breath.
It might work this time, oh yes.
Hold your horses,
your tremors and glee,
all right? All right? All right.
She's gonna love me, oh yes she will.
Mix it in,
keep an eye on the broth and your watch.
Sometimes the slow simmer turns into a boil.
I'm afraid it's the only way this can end