Once I came across a purple-robed bard
Tall and smiling and with pearly bright teeth;
He’d a lantern in his right hand to guard
The Emerald City covered in sleep ‘neath.
The Witches would not enter, play mischief,
In the Cold Storage holding the treasure;
But most unexpectedly like a thief
A white-winged raven tore every measure.
And there were tricky black crows that sent wolves
To protect it, help pack what it wanted;
But there’s the golden-bearded Wizard of New Oz
Whose goldenness cannot be out-smarted.
If only we know how to live in his calm,
The captor’s sword that kills but causes no harm!
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