I knew a magician
Who could turn himself
Into an honest politician,
The only one that ever was.
More powerful than Merlin
With more wizardry than Oz.
He walked upon the water
And over burning coals.
He’d lie upon a bed of nails
And not make any holes.
He’d meditate from eight till late
And he could make his soul migrate,
A trick we’ve tried to emulate
To be in an enlightened state.
He could be invisible,
An animal, divisible
And cut himself in half,
Each part upon a different path.
Then he’d cause a disaster
To show he was the master,
Because he’d make things right again,
Fix the broken, ease the pain.
Was it really odd
That many men revered him
As if he was a god.