Magic Spell

In a chamber, old and grand, With swirling mists and shifting sand, Stood towers tall, of books piled high, Beneath a star-embroidered sky.

A Wizard wise, with beard so long, Hummed a silly, tuneless song. He held a wand of twisted oak, And then a magic word he spoke:

“Abracadabra, hippopotamus shoe!” A sparkly dust began to brew! He waved his wand with a mighty swish, And cast a spell with a silent wish.

The room began to glow and gleam, A unicorn appeared, it would seem! With rainbow mane and silver horn, It pranced and danced until the morn.

The Wizard laughed, a joyous sound, As happy magic filled the ground. The spell was done, the day complete, A unicorn friend, oh so sweet!