ABRACADBRA

ABDARACADABARA! The magician said.
With a long black hat on his head.
Oh! he had conjuring eyes,
That would melt down ice.
I knew he was not a good one
For his magic was no fun.

He had a sharp eagle like nose.
And pushed big bureau with little force,
He had long hands and feet,
Covered in cloth black and neat.
I knew he was not a good one
Because his magic was no fun.

He put a little girl in a box
And grinned at me like a cunning fox.
Mysteriously murmured with a wand
In a minute the girl was gone.
I know he was not a good one
His magic was no fun.

Biting my nails l silently sat.
Something peeped out of his hat,
Out came a snowy rabbit
Trained for years to be in that habit.
Oh!That creature reminded me of Alice's land,
Is that magician. the Mad Hatter with a wand.
Or, is it the haunting hallucinations of that lunatic land.

Before he could use his hypnotic wand
Quietly I moved out of his enclave
He murmured a spell, people were his slaves,
Magic was no fun.

| crept slowly towards his back.
As he grinned like a ghost
I pounced on my host
Broke his wicked wand.
Suddenly heard the sound of a band.

Only to find it was morning
And I was still dreaming
The milk brimming in the kitchen
And Cheshire cat chasing the hen.