The Scryer

Abracadabra Cadabra

Cadeen! Look! Look!

Look into the mirror

‘Return them all soon’

A roar sends shivers

Ha ha ha, it’s like a cartoon

‘wait in the wed’ng hall’, he quivers

Bibbidi – Bobbidi Boos

Another jumps with shoes

‘Stand on your own legs’

We ‘re not here to beg

An actor par excellence

Sorry, there’s no evidence

Sims ala Bim calls

There’s nothing to recall

‘Be educated and go for a job

Or it’s our turn to sob

Ye look like Mr. Hartley

Who’s just from Berkeley

Ratata…. Boom! Boom!

A knight turns so gloom

It is unfair to rob privacy

‘s it a design to shape the dynasty?

The magic lies not in the mirror

The ‘words’ made ‘t so clear