Let us strike a bargain, you possess a gift
But I can speak the jargon
That can give your gift the needed lift
You possess the know-how
And I command the show-how
Oh, how successful you could be with me

Eglantine, Eglantine
Oh, how y'all shine
Your lot and my lot have got to combine
Eglantine, Eglantine
Hark to the stars
Destiny calls us
The future is ours

As the shine sells the boot,
And the blossoms the fruit
All you need to succeed in your plan
Is the proper ally upon whom to rely
And I'm your man
For I have an acumen that's nigh superhuman
I sell things that nobody can
So I humbly suggest
You accept to my behest
I'm your man

Eglantine, Eglantine
Oh, how y'all shine
Your lot and my lot have got to combine
Eglantine, Eglantine
Hark to the stars
Destiny calls us the future is ours

With my expert pantomiming
The proper taste and timing
I'll introduce you in the manner grand
I'll wet their appetite for you
I'll set the scene so right for you
We'll have the beggars eating out of your hand
As the words sell the tune
And the moonbeams the moon, all you need to succeed in your plan
Is a champion rare, with a flourish and a flair
And I'm your man

I have always had a bit of a knack for witchcraft
Common spells and simple charms came naturally
So when the war began, I conjured up a plan
To do my bit in the national emergency

I enrolled in your Correspondence College of Witchcraft
And I slaved at every lesson as it came.
But the spell I counted on,
Is the lesson that is gone
It's disappeared, and you're the one to blame

Your suggestions are rash and your manner is brash
And I've no time to waste, Mister Brown
If I am to proceed, it's that book that I need
Don't let me down
But if you'll see me through
I'll discuss it with you
Though I've no taste for playing the clown
If I meet with success, then I might acquiesce

I won't let you down
Eglantine, Eglantine
Oh, how y'all shine
Your lot and my lot have got to combine
Eglantine, Eglantine
Hark to the stars

Destiny calls us, the future is ours