SWEETCORN AND BEANS

I'm going to put a spell on you 
Don't scoff for it will be true 
One minute a forty two year old man
Turn you into a baked bean can 

You will finish on the supermarket shelf
Not good for your kudos or your health 
If you are lucky you might get selected 
Or left there forever totally undetected 

I'm going to put a spell on you 
It's the thing us witches like to do
From a baked bean can to a bag of sweet corn
My dear man you'll wish you've never been born