vale ! and roncan .. meddle meddle
put the whatric in the kettle
make dust and smoke to boil and coil
muss and supsor is the ent of'r toil
now in the night winds blown and brittle
stir with the tails of ninety kittens
breathe the lark skin off your bust
crus and tomtit cooked at last
bubbles bubbles razz your duties
smack the spoon of Devil’s foot
what is gnashing at the root
the Answer found: tis not absolute