Magic

A little blue book of Magic Is what you need and if you heed You too can escape the tragic Morasses of meaninglessness Come to my home and visit me You are most welcome you will see There is nothing to fear unless You dislike eccentricity A gentle madness to be sure Here in the realm of fantasy Yet one for which there is no cure For no one has ever gone back Once they have broken free to be And why should they Nothing we lack Nothing we lose we only choose For our choices are limitless No rushing no unseemly haste We never hurry never stress No moment ever goes to waste Please come at least to have some tea I think you will like what you see Please come at least and have a taste And thus a great adventure is begun