Magic

Do you believe in magic?
Would you buy some magic beans?
Do you believe life's tragic?
Could you invest in my dreams?

If I sprinkle you with fairy dust,
Could you begin to fly?
If you invest me with your trust,
Couldn't we both fly high?

A magician, Merlin was my name,
A conjurer, it was said.
But weaving spells isn't the same
When the magic is dead.

Come and buy a magic bean.
Come view the giant's hand.
The giant isn't so very mean,
Here - I'll warm one in my hand.

The price, of course, is trust
In the magical power of man.
Have you been sprinkled with fairy dust?
Have you seen Peter Pan?