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)
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