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.