In the dark, restricted corner of the library
Find yourself ‘Moste Potente Potions’
Everything you need you will find in there
The most potent potions

Three measures of fluxweed
Two bundles of knotgrass
Stir thrice, clockwise
Wave your wand
Now let it brew

Not yet, it’s far from over
Proceed with four leeches
Two measures of crushed lacewings
Thirty seconds on low heat
Wave your wand
Now let it brew

Three measures of boomslang skin
One crushed bicorn horn
Twenty seconds on high heat
Wave your wand
Now let it brew

One scoop of lacewings
Stir thrice, anti-clockwise
The dark, muddy potion
Bubbling up, slowly

And now, the final ingredient
A piece of the person
You wish to become
Now notice as it takes the color
And taste of his essence

Wave your wand
Now let it brew
For a month, no less

You have what you need
Now drink up lads!
In one hour, however
You will transform back

Make sure the job is done
And in some other’s skin
And should the need arise
You’ll know what to do

In the dark, restricted corner of the library
Find yourself ‘Moste Potente Potions’
Everything you need you will find in there
The most potent potions

I believe in magic
That is, what it stands for
That life goes beyond simple logic

Having the hope to believe
Searching the impossible
For something to still achieve

I don't believe in polyjuice potions
Or spell casting wands
But I do believe in notions

The notion to never quit
To maintain optimism and faith
That there's a way to make it

The moment might be hard to see
When through your efforts
Fate changes its decree

But you don't need wizardry
To change your situation
Just a belief in choice, in liberty

Because your choices can go beyond
Mentally processed rationalizations
If you let the hope of possibility respond

For even if the change is just within
That my friends
Can be where the magic begins