Weeping Willow
To help fix and grow a weeping willow tree

Weeping willow, black with blight,

I command with all my might,

That your sap run free and bright,

And with every wayward breeze,

Which within your branches leap,

You will weep and weep and weep.

This results in Samantha weeping whenever there's a breeze.

Spirit wind blow and billow,

Cure that sickly little willow.

Then remove the laugh from Sam,

And kindly take it on the lamb.



The cure for Gravititus inflammitus.
Ear of corn

Tooth of comb

Drive your healing

Power home.

And with heart of artichoke

Make all of this

A passing joke.