Now, you atom, off to bed!
(Fresh gestures; then she leads Hänsel, who is gazing fixedly at the illuminated head, into the stable, and shuts the lattice door upon him.)
Hocus pocus, bonus jocus,
malus locus, hocus pocus,
bonus jocus, malus locus!
(The stage gradually becomes lighter, whilst the light of the magic head diminishes. The Witch, contentedly to Gretel, who still stands there motionless.)
Now Gretel, be obedient and wise,
while Hänsel's growing fat and nice.
We'll feed him up, you'll see my reason,
and with sweet almonds and raisins season.