Magic Star Dust

In space, so vast, where stars ignite, A wizard's workshop, bathed in light. With swirling nebulae, a cosmic brew, Magic Star Dust, shiny and new.

Professor Pip, with beard so grand, Stirred potions with a cosmic hand. His hat was pointed, his eyes so bright, Mixing stardust day and night.

He added moonbeams, silver and thin, And whispers caught from a comet's spin. A sprinkle of Mars, for fiery zest, And Jupiter's giggle, put to the test.

He chanted softly, a rhyming tune, Beneath the gaze of the silver moon. Bubbles popped with a fizzy sound, As magic swirled all around.

One potion shimmered, a rosy hue, "For sleepy dragons, brave and true!" Another sparkled, a cosmic blue, "To mend a broken star in view!"

With every stir, a spell took flight, Painting the darkness with pure delight. The wizard smiled, his task complete, Spreading star-dusted magic, oh so sweet!