Why boy I'm the greatest I am simply marvelous. With only a touch I have the power zim zaba rim bim to wither a flower I find delight in the gruesome and grim Arthur: (Oh, that's horrible.)
Mim: (Thank you, my boy. But that's nothing, nothing for me!) 'Cause I'm the magnificent, marvelous, mad Madam Mim. Mim: (You know what? I can even change size.)
I can be huge fill a whole house I can be tiny, small as a mouse black sorcery is my dish of tea it comes easy to me 'cause I'm the magnificent, marvelous, mad Madam Mim! Mim: (Hahahaha! Marvelous, boy! Marvelous! Hahohoho! Hey, lad. Did you know I can make m'self uglier yet?) Arthur: (That would be some trick, er... I mean, uh...)Mim: (Wanta' bet? BOO! You see? I win, I win! Aren't I hideous, boy? Perfectly revolting?)Arthur: (N- Yes, m'am.)Mim: (But you ain't seen nothin' yet. Watch this.) I can be beautiful, lovely and fair Silvery voice, long purple hair la la la la la, la la la la la la la la la la but it's only skin deep for zim zaberim zim I'm an ugly old creep Magnificent, marvelous, mad, mad, mad, mad Madam Mim!