The Wizard

The WizardThere's a story told of a wizardWho, for money, would cast a spell,And I'm sure that you met this wizard,And you, his wares he did sell.What else can explain how your smileCan make my heartbeat roar,Or how your look slows my breathing,While causing my spirits to soar.I'm sure that you and this wizardConspired to control my brain,For I'm always thinking about youFeeling happy and