Eglantine

Eglantine is a song in Bedknobs and Broomsticks written by Robert and Richard Sherman. It was sung by Professor Emelius Brown to have Miss Eglantine Price to make deal

Emelius: 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 youÂ’ll 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 youÂ’ll 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!

Eglentine: 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. DonÂ’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-

Emelius: I won't let you down! Eglantine, Eglantine! Oh, how youÂ’ll shine! Your lot and my lot have got to combine Eglantine, Eglantine! Hark to the stars

Both: Destiny calls us, the future is ours!