Cast a spell to raise the dead!
Nay, I need a new brioche for my blouse!
Sew the damaged curtains with needles and thread!
Or we just might need a new house!
Can two walk together
'Cept they be agreed?
'Cept they be fairies tinier
Than a tiny mustard seed
For with large minds come large woes
World war two would wound up different
If Hitler was but a polisher of shoes
And Mussolini was a local regent
Yet with the mind man must make
The niftiest of his nifty life
Like a garden journeyed through with a rake
Devoid of gravest strife
While one man tries
The other man has an idea
That the first man's ties
