The Glass Well

The well was glass when I fell in I broke the way I've always been I split the best of me in half I heard the echo of a laugh you really think that you'll escape without a potion or a cape? why yes I said with confidence I've got a feather and some sense I'm just like Dumbo I can fly I've got my feather and the sky The well was filled with colored ink I made a quill and in a blink I wrote myself a pair of wings [my feathered quill can do those things] then I wrote a patent pending for Magic Quills....a happy ending.