When I wave my magic wand
The Earth stands still like a pond
Though one day I lost it. I lost it!
I was told to search in the pool of wit
But there was no magic there, not a bit
And I asked a butterfly
He told me to look in the sky
The sky was full of things I say
And once I happened to lose my way
And then I found my wand
In a little humble pond
In joy I turned it round twice
And then the sky was full of little mice