Black Magic
Children come in,
Find a seat you're sure to do.
Lengths of snakes, they match each silent syllable
Hello. You missed the sparrows mark...
A breath of rockets shone like torches.
So children come in
Find a seat we made your room/you're sure to use
Ohhh...
A roaring flow abounds a warmth and joy that holds you
Open and apart in steps that never move
Writer/s: John Baldwin Gourley
