The dough has risen, so we'll go on preparing.
Hark, how the sticks in the fire are crackling!
(She pushes a couple more faggots under, the fire flames up and then dies down again. The Witch rubbing her hands with glee.)
Yes, Gretel mine,
how well off you I'll dine!
See, see, O how sly!
When in the oven she's peeping,
quickly behind her I'm creeping!
One little push, bang
goes the door, clang!