The Key In the Heart - Part-1

There once was a boy The size of your toe. He was nice as could be, But he couldn’t grow. The years just passed And his friends all grew tall. But the boy stayed the same; He could not grow at all. Wherever he went No one noticed or cared, Since nobody saw him Or knew he was there. He worried and fretted. His plight seemed quite tragic. Then one day he realized, “Of course! I need magic!” He set off to find some. He searched high and low, Through valleys of green grass And mountains of snow. He crossed the Atlantic With one sole ambition— To seek out a Wizard Or some great Magician. His quest finally led To the top of a hill To a famous Magician Called Somerset Mill “Mulberry, cranberry, Gooseberry-bell,” Mill murmured and whispered A fanciful spell. He emptied his cauldron Of shimmering bubbles And picked up a key: “Here’s the Key to your troubles!” A key? Just a key? How could it be so? Would this little key Really help the boy grow? But Mill simply vanished, Not saying a word. The boy couldn’t quite Understand what he’d heard. Confused and unhappy The boy looked around. Now where should he go? Oh! What was that sound? Something was knocking From under the tree. “Help! Help! I am trapped here! Please, someone save me!” Who was this calling? A scared little mole, Crying, “Rescue me! Save me! I’m stuck in this hole!” “What shall I do?” Thought the boy. “Let me see… All that I need Is a magical key.” Crickety, crackety Screeched the key. The door swung open, The mole was free! So that was the answer? The magical key? But the boy was no taller… It was not meant to be… (to be continued in Part-2)