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Harriet And The Wizards Spell
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Maihri Patrick
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Ouch my foot, ouch my head
I wish I'd been a girl instead
This stupid silly pointed hat
Looks better on the castle cat
These shoes are tight
This wand's too bright
Who ever thought of purple tights?
With bright green stars and yellow stripes
I really look a sorry sight
The room's too dark
The books all torn
The floor it looks brown and worn
With dusty tables and candlewax
Silver cobwebs on the back
Of chairs and bookshelves with spiders eight
And windows that appear to break
With every movement of my wand
What did you do oh wizard Grand?
The book, with spells of ninety three
Turns its pages just for me
With words of rhyme and puzzles too
The numbers jump around, and then BOO!
Off the page they cause such a fuss
Crashing into the village bus
Down to Daisybelle they go
Through narrow streets
And gardens green they meet
Around the silver streams
To steal the tools of pixie queens
With spade and shovel and old wooden broom
The clattering noise of shiny spoons
And the flashing stars of old Wizard Grand
Can be seen and heard all over the land
The crumbling walls of the castle that's mine
Were not of my making and it's hard to find
The spell that commands the sweep of the brush
And the hoe in the field that's there until dusk
Bally it was and Bally that be
With Bluehob and willow right down to the sea
With daisies of yellow and bright orange pops
I pray this spell will help to stop
The work of the wizard and his crumbling spells
That brought upon a nasty smell
I am Harriet the wizard of new
Allowing myself to say to you
Welcome all to my humble home
The Crumbling Castle
Where I do roam
With lanterns, twigs and a squirrel or two
Bally be me bally be you
With a Ballybluehob and a Daisybelle wave
Give me a sign to help me save
The castle from ruin or maybe the cat
As I think it's him and that could be that.
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