Master Magician
Master Magician
Oh the thrill, the wonder.
Each move something to ponder.
From whence did this come?
Out of a hat, rabbit is from?
My heart races and my brain aches
As I try to have some sense this make.
Abracadabra and a flick of the wrist.
Astonishment none can resist.
Each step done in perfect time.
This moment a dream most sublime.
I thirst for more and cannot look away,
For this awe I feel demands I gaze.
Forgive me, magic man, but I must ask.
Was this a plan, or a chanced task?
Could you be this skillful, truly,
You needn’t plan or practice to astound me?
Or is it that I am so simple yet,
My mind so dull, so droll,
That my taste is undeveloped, unset,
Because I haven’t seen such a fine show?
But I swear I have seen such tricks,
In the times that are now past.
But they were a house of bricks,
Compared to your cathedral vast.
I beg you, let me closer to observe.
That I may praise your show, as well as you deserve.
Master Magician, too far please don’t stray.
For this fan looks forward to nothing more
Than when your show comes back to town someday.
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