I’m a jam tart, I’m a bargain basement,/I’m a work of art, I’m a magic casement,/A coal cellar, an umbrella, a sewing machine,/A radio, a hymn book, an old french bean,/I don’t know what I am/You’ve put a spell on me.

I’m a dog’s nose,/I’m Sir Humphry Davy,

I’m a Christmas rose,/I’m the British navy,/A motor, a bloater, a charcoal grill,/An octopus, a towpath, Hindenburg’s will,/A village fair, a maiden’s prayer, the BBC, a pram-/I don’t know what I am,/You’ve put a spell on me.

I’m a salmon, I’m a starting pistol,/I’m backgammon, I’m the port of Bristol./A Times leader, a child’s feeder, an aspirin,/The Ritz Hotel, a boy scout, the wages of sin,/A shaving brush, a schoolgirl’s crush, the letter B, a ham-/I don’t what I am,/You’ve put a spell on me.

I’m an off-break/I’m a clump of beeches,/I’m a tummy ache,/I’m Mussolini’s speeches,/I’m Balmoral, I’m a sorrel mare, I’m a tug,/A cigarette, an organ, a big bed-bug,/A traffic sign, a rubber mine, a coffee tree, O damn-/ I don’t know what I am,/You’ve put a spell on me.

-W.H. AUDEN