Double, double toil and trouble

On my microwave, I have a stash of lupine seeds I salvaged from my outdoor plants before the first frost. The goal is to freeze them, then nick them in the spring and replant them.

My sister saw them and asked what they were. I imagined she had some jest for illegal substances, but she and Nikki both thought they were the tails of mice. I thought, "Now that would be cool. If only I could create spells out of my lil' North Syracuse home. That could be fun."

1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!