When shall we meet again
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

How shall we ?
Betwixt ourselves each a thee.
Is lightning
So Fright’ing ?

Fair is foul, and foul is fair:
Hover through the fog and filthy air.

The sparks will fly with dark glow
And thunder
You wonder
Where burning embers will go.

Fillet of fenny snake,
In the cauldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt and toe of frog,
Wool of bat and tongue of dog,
Adder’s fork and blind-worm’s sting,
Lizard’s leg and owlet’s wing,
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and Bubble.

We bubble,
In trouble,
Betwixt ourselves being ourselves.
We’ll shovel
Personalities on shelves.

Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn and cauldron bubble.

Shakespeare & Professor Gloom