The Alchemist made potions
And had a workshop mysterious
It was ever in motion
The atmosphere, serious

The walls were covered with books
Tomes of questionable origin
Apparatus to cook
And extra storage room

Spoked wheels spun
Pistons reciprocated
Condensers did hum
Solids liquidated

Viscous and translucent
Solutions illuminated
Arrangement conducent
Masses accumulated

He will put it on heat
And add a caustic injection
Hit a switch at his feet
And a pause for reflection

All the ingredients
For his ultimate goal
He could finally achieve it
Turn iron to gold!