In the middle of the jungle,
Was a magical garden that crumbles,
With rows of blue and pink trees,
And a lot of beautiful purple leaves.
The sky was so clear,
With the dusky moon near,
I realized that it was a wizard’s lair,
As I found his little pet dragon near.
I looked around for a while,
But the lair went for half a mile,
Magic bottles, magic brooms, and spell books,
Took a spellbook home for a million looks.
When I came to this place the next day,
There was no lair but some bundles of hay,
It was like this place never existed,
While I had this spellbook safely protected.