First, open the door without a snap
Don’t wake the evil wizard from his nap
Then, tip toe in as slow and swiftly as you can
Don’t you dare wake up that sickly man
Grab that glowing orb he calls his own
From under his bed all made of stone
Next, fleed the scene as fast as you can
Grab his broomstick next to the dustpan
Finally, fly into the night dogging the stars
I knew you could do it you made...
