Steeped in the butterwort
Soaked in the tea
Mumsi is an Herbalist
And so will be me
Tinctures in the bottles
Tubers on the shelf
Mumsi makes our village hale
And so I will me self
Sulfur in the boxes
Copper in the tin
Mumsi made the chieftain well
And so his son I’ll win
Lion in the parlor
Cubs upon me bed
Mumsi made me run away
And now I fear she’s dead