There once were three wizards, nice folk,
Who spoke with their pipes making smoke.
With a puff, curl and ring,
They'd say everything.
You couldn't be better well spoke!
There once were three wizards, nice folk,
Who spoke with their pipes making smoke.
With a puff, curl and ring,
They'd say everything.
You couldn't be better well spoke!
A wizard was reading her fate
With a crystal that shone oh so great,
But his aide in a rush
Unplugged it - oh, hush!
Now the lady's filled with pure hate.
A unicorn pulled with great might
While a wizard slept soundly upright.
At a fork in the way
A choice it must weigh;
I hope that its guess turned out right.
A wizard lived snug in a tree,
A wizard lived snug in a tree
When lumberjacks came, axe-happy and free.
With a glare and a spell
He bid them farewell,
Now they're off clipping shrubs by decree!
A magician at night took a ride,
On a lake with some beavers as guide.
They pulled him along,
To the tune of a song,
While the moon on the water did glide.