SPELLS = OINTMENTS

I had a little basket of flowers, 

I thought they gave me supernatural powers,

But, when I made spells for some cash,

I got a contagious rash,

Now, I spread on ointments for hours.

BLITHER BLOTHER RAIN

Blither Blother stood in the rain, 

Looking through his window pain,

Wishing that he had a brain,

And stayed inside with his toy train,

Licking on a candy cane.