Magic man
Tap the top hat three times Turn around and touch the ground Say the magic word and it is done- In one fell swoop the work of tender months is reduced to a bad dream You made me believe I was lovable despite it all, then Alakazam! The rug swishes from beneath my feet And I pratfall sideways, Sitting up with a halo of dizzy stars. A jolly trick indeed! And I know a magician never tells But he sure can talk Conjuring apologies and salt crusted explanations A row of never ending handkerchiefs pulled along your sleeve And now for this last trick You tip your hat upside down Out flops a white dove She sighs, thudding flat to the ground From Blogger iPhone client