A magic soft and silent still

Not of tricks or fantastic thrills

I toil away over a hearth, my stove

Welcoming all into my grove

Ingredients simple and easy to find

Garlic, basil, rosemary, and thyme

Grinded down and boiled in a pot

Aromatic flavors that will soon hit the spot

I find a smile will creep upon your face

Even if you find yourself in a very dark place

Warming you up from deep within your soul

It pleases me, of course, to feed you a second bowl.

Worry not my little one

For this is a job that’s never done

But make haste and make with your heart

And your magic will certaintly make its mark.