If I were not a wizard,
With craft unkind and keen,
You wouldn't have to worry
That you might wake up green.
I couldn't with no fanfare,
and a minimum of fuss,
Transform you into butter
Or a hippopotamus.
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If I were not a wizard,
Unwaveringly weird,
You'd not have sprouted antlers
And a fifty-foot-long beard.
I'd lack the talent to transmute
Your breakfast into leaves,
And there would be no butterflies
Residing in your sleeves.
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