[Glass-marble eyes watch the screen for a long moment before Howl's fingers produce a grayish piece of paper.]

Go and catch a falling star,
Get with child a mandrake root,
Tell me where all past years are,
Or who cleft the Devil's foot;
Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
Or to keep off envy's stinging,
And find
What wind
Serves to advance an honest mind.

[With a lift of the shoulders,] I can't remember the second verse.