A WITCH'S STEW

In the melting pot went the wing of a bat 
Quickly followed by a tail of a skinny cat
Both things essential to a witch's stew
I would go without trying it if I were you 

More items soon added like a frog's belly 
The aromas given out were vile and smelly
The witch gave the melting pot a stir 
She chuckled as a spell was ready to occur 

So little children promise to be kind and good 
Should you disobey the witch will be after your blood 
This dear friend is only be a fictional fairy tale 
If it happened today the witch would end up in jail