Was a clever man:
He waved his magic wand,
And all those little aeroplanes
Fell straight into the pond,
And then he waved his wand again
And wonders didn't cease,
For tower and spire
Fell in the mire.
It made his fame increase,
For block and steeple
Fell on people
In their hiding places,
And heroes flew-
They were the "few";
They had such baby faces.
