Vanishing Cream

Hocus Pocus, stalk of crocus,
eye of moke that's out of focus,
tongue of lizard, hair of wizard
minced up with a turkey's gizard-

stir the brew and let it stew.
Cook it through till it turns blue.
Round it dance till in a trance
then advance with ghastly chants.

Paste it thinly on our books
so that when she comes and looks
she'll inhale the noxious fume
disappearing from the room.

Dorothy Pope