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 was the spell! Ah, I remember! [In a hushed mysterious voice she chants.]

From my eyebrow pluck a hair, E-burrimee boo-row. Blow it high up in the air, E-burrimee hock. Where it lands a circle trace, E-burrimee boo-row. Three times pace about the space, And Knock, knock, knock! [As she knocks smoke rises form the circle she has traced, and there is a sound of distant thunder. Thunder says the spell grows warm, E-burrimee boo-row. Now I speak the mystic Charm, E-burrimee boo!

Ee, Eye-sof-o-gos. Ee, Eye-sof-a-giddle! Ee, Eye-sof-o-gos. Ee, Eye-sof-a-giddle!