Gone′s for once the old magician
With his countenance forbidding;
I 'm now master
I ′m tactician
All his ghosts must do my bidding

Know his incantation
Spell and gestures too;
By my mind's creation
Wonders shall I do

Flood impassive
With persistence
From a distance
Want I rushing
And at last abundant, massive
Here into my basin gushing
Come, old broom!
For work get ready
Dress yourself, put on your tatters
You're, I know, a servant steady
And proficient in such matters

On two legs stand gravely
Have a head, besides
With your pail now bravely
Off, and do take strides!
Flood impassive
With persistence
From a distance
Want I rushing
And at last abundant, massive
Here into my basin gushing
Like a whirlwind he is going
To the stream, and then in
Like an engine he is throwing
Water for my use; with flurry
Do I watch the steady;
Not a drop is spilled
Basin, bowls already
Are with water filled
Fool unwitty
Stop your going!
Overflowing
Are the dishes
I forgot the charm; what pity!
Now my words are empty
For the magic charm undoing
What I did

I have forgotten
Be a broom!
Be not renewing
Now your efforts, spell-begotten!
Still his work abhorrent
Does the wretch resume;
Where I look a torrent
Threatens me with doom

No, no longer
Shall I suffer
You to offer
Bold defiance
I have brains
I am the stronger
And I shall enforce compliance
You, hell′s miscreate abortion
Is this house doomed to perdition?
Signs I see in every portion
Of impending demolition
Servant, cursed and senseless
Do obey my will!
Be a broom defenseless
Be a stick!
Stand still!

Not impurely
Shall you ravage
Wait! you savage
I′ll beset you
With my hatchet opportunely
Shall I split your wood, I bet
There he comes again with water! -
How my soul for murder itclies!
First I stun and then I slaughter
That is good for beasts and witches
Well! he 's gone! - and broken
Is the stick in two
He ′s not worth a token;
Now I hope, I do!

Woe! It is so
Both the broken
Parts betoken
One infernal
Servant's doubling
Woe! It is so
Now do help me, powers eternal!
Both are running, both are plodding
And with still increased persistence
Hall and work-shop they are flooding
Master, come to my assistance! -
Wrong I was in calling
Spirits, I avow
For I find them galling
Cannot rule them now
"Be obedient
Broom, be hiding
And subsiding!
None should ever
But the master, when expedient
Call you as a ghostly lever!"