The Wishing Stone

Legend has it, that there's a field Where a stone stands tall and true A gift from an evil magician a stone was made for wishin' But a curse, would surely follow you "Three wishes minus two", it said When someone would venture near This stone was so enchanted that with every wish it granted Things you cherished most would disappear A warning was written upon the stone That said, "What are you willing to lose?" But still, they kept on wishin' even with this one condition The people wondered who was next to choose "A promise made, a promise given" The stone would always say For every wish they'd make the stone was sure to take Two, of their children away "Three wishes minus two", a curse Would be their just reward A wish never made twice too high of a sacrifice Much higher, than they could ever afford