If Caleb Widogast was a sad folk singer it might sound like this...

Don’t look in their eyes you might die
A bite of licorice will make you quick
Just a little flame to chase the bugs away
A piece of fleece to deceive.

I takes more than trinkets to talk to a god
The water’s heating up even though he’s a pretender
I do the math. I snap the cord.
Proof against detection won't help us anymore.

A white sequined glove is not enough.
A pouch of gold dust won't make the cut.
And the endless flask you asked Yasha never to give back to you.
It just won't do.

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