tattered wing of an old black bat,
dragon blood and crimson thread
Joe Buck's whining and a deadmans head.
A tiny pinch of graveyard ground
swirl the vessel round and round,
fetch water from a standing pool
add McCarver, and some lizard drool.
Now just to keep a gentle touch
2 blind umps, not too much,
and seven herbs add one by one
the spell is cast, the magic done.
Wait ye must the ratings wane
and share it not for gold nor gain,
a charming potion cauldron stew
boil and bubble my Fox's brew.
