What if the witches in Macbeth had been cowboys?
Rottin', tootin', toil n' shootin',
Fire burn and cowboy bootin'
Eye of new and spicy beans,
Toe of frog and denim jeans,
Whiskey, grits, n' demon spittle
tossed into my iron griddle
With the tannin' of our hides,
Somethin' wicked this way rides
-- source uncertain
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