[this is for the boy
with his magical deploy]
i sing songs
all day long
you do tricks
just for kicks
out from your hat
a little blue cat
one pair of socks
and a grandfather's clock
out from your head
"you grow flowers!" i said
a little bit of incentive
for something else you're going to give
abracadabra and alakazam!
there you wand with a big kind of bang
from behind a mystifying smoke
you appear with a rainbow-colored cloak
what's the occasion to be treated sky high?
a question to which you proudly reply,
"to hand you my heart, of course,
something mine that has always been yours."
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