Madeline and the Magician

In Paris in an old and gargoyle studded tower

Lived a magician of fearful great power

He could make money things grow on trees—

And turn himself into anything anybody his please.

His magic words were ZING SING A DING BIM BAM BOOM Ding a ling

And his power lay in his magic ring
One day he kicked his little dog—because he made a spot on his new rug

And then he changed him into a bug

and stepped on him and squashed (him) flat —

and said — well Fido that is that —

But in a moment this hardly was this bad deed done

when the ring went stopped glowing — his power was gone

A Magician without magic

is a figure that is tragic

The golden tower turned to lead,

The magician had no wine no bread.

He tried to sell his priceless rugs,

But people turned him away with shrugs.

he was skinny a peddler and hungry homeless — and hungry thin and tall —

and there is a lesson for us all

abuse not your power when you’re strong

for you won’t have it — you keep it very long

And now it’s beginning to snow

For it’s December so let us go

Turn the page and start

With the second part.