A MAGIC STORE Mary S Edgar
I know where there's a magic store,
With a hundred counters - maybe more.
You'd never believe what bargains there,
For a song you can get a silver star.
You can wander down the aisles and buy,
A pine tree etched on a sunset sky.
A velvet night with a shining moon,
Or if you prefer it, a golden noon,
You can purchase a sky of azure blue,
I know where there's a magic store,
With a hundred counters - maybe more.
You'd never believe what bargains there,
For a song you can get a silver star.
You can wander down the aisles and buy,
A pine tree etched on a sunset sky.
A velvet night with a shining moon,
Or if you prefer it, a golden noon,
You can purchase a sky of azure blue,
With fleecy clouds all woven through,
Right and left, you are sure to pass,
Carpets made of flowers and grass.
Counters there are with
treasures rare,
Solid things or fragile ware.
All for you is this rich display,
Constantly changed by night and day.
Choose for yourself whatever it be,
A daisy field or a wind-blown tree.
A quite pool or a singing stream,
A purple dusk or a rosy dream.
Come to the magic shop and buy!
All you need a seeing eye.
Life keeps this store for you and me,
And the best of it all-these things are free!
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