Black Magic

The boy was lying sickly on the bed,

His mother called the witch doctor instead,

So the bomoh came and caressed the child,

Then with a covert movement slightly wild,

He seemed to take out from the boy's body,

A little bird, midnight black and creepy,

Which he quickly flung up into the air,

Then the little bird was no longer there;

A few more moves and passes he then made

And the boy sat up now, cured, from his bed.