with audio by Jordon Hodges and Natalie Hodges
Flim-Flam Potion Sam:
“Good afternoon ma’am”
Madam Harriet Bell:
“What do you sell?
“Sunflower turnip seed mead,
Does whatever you need
With just one vial sold
Cure the common cold
You’ll never get old
Fix an ankle that’s rolled
Trust what you’re told
A billion customers polled
Underlined its name bold!”
“Your pardon I beg
How can a vial fix a leg?
What studies have you viewed?
Have they been peer reviewed?
A billion seems high
Sure that’s not a lie?
This smells like food dye”
Flim-Flam bowing low
with his bag in stow:
“Sorry, gotta go!”