THE WIZARD' WONDERFUL WATERING CAN

THE WIZARD'S WONDERFUL WATERING CAN

A wizened, wise, old wizard went, with speed,
With his wonderful, watering can,
To water a patch of withered, old weed.

The sprinkle and sparkle of water-drops ran
Like tears down the leaves: brown, withered, and old;
And wherever he watered the weeds were spun
To sprouting, green plants with flowers silver and gold,
With flowers from the moon and the sun.

His pupil saw this wonderful spring
And thought he'd do the same sort of thing.

He went with the wonderful, watering can
And watered some flowers, not weed.
He thought, "This will be fine, indeed!"

The sprinkle and sparkle of water-drops ran
Like tears down the flowers, yellow and red;
And wherever he watered the flowers were spun
Into withered, old weeds with leaves grey and dead:
The cold of the moon, the heat of the sun.