The Wizard’s Hat

“If ever you come to this town

There’s something you will see

You walk the streets here up and down

In amaze then you will seize

For what you saw is nothing more

Than just an older man

Around him there’s the deepest lore

Of magic’s wondrous land

Worn-out robe and worn-out shoes

And staff of cracked wood

Slow it is the way he moves

But best you see for good:

Above his head and beard so white

And eyes like cunning cat

Above his thoughts and mind so bright

There stands the pointed hat

Maybe just an older man

But magic runs his heart

As swift his mind as is his hand

To play the magic’s part

The hat of light and magic tricks

The wizard’s hat it be

Weave a spell; or maybe six

And even more you’ll see!

For that’s the way of wizard folk

Whose magic spells are real!

He can freeze the words we talk

And make them fly from here

There nothing is he couldn’t do

For wizard has his hat

The hat of wonders, magic clues

That we have never had

The wizard’s hat; the magic’s heart

In this town all it’s true!

See it once – forget you can’t

The wizard’s smile for sure!”

(By: Wyrd)