ABOUT A MAGICIAN.
Oh, there is a magician that I know,
As strange as Hermann is———"But he can wring
A white bird's neck off in the market, though,
Then—put it on and tell the bird to sing
And fly like anything!
As strange as Hermann is———"But he can wring
A white bird's neck off in the market, though,
Then—put it on and tell the bird to sing
And fly like anything!
"What can he do?" Just wait and see him pass,
And you shall see, I think, what you shall see.
The pretty baby, creeping in the grass,
Will be a naughty boy, and climb a tree,
If he goes by—ah, me!
And you shall see, I think, what you shall see.
The pretty baby, creeping in the grass,
Will be a naughty boy, and climb a tree,
If he goes by—ah, me!
Why, men and women in his path will rise—
Yes, of the dust, or nothing, they are made.
We see them in the sun with real eyes,
And, while we look at them, he makes them fade
To ghosts———You are afraid?
Yes, of the dust, or nothing, they are made.
We see them in the sun with real eyes,
And, while we look at them, he makes them fade
To ghosts———You are afraid?
Then, he can pass the guards in any light,
And take the palace and the king away.
He has not gone to sleep a single night,
For many million years—some people say,—
Nor rested for a day!
And take the palace and the king away.
He has not gone to sleep a single night,
For many million years—some people say,—
Nor rested for a day!
