He would show them, The alchemist grumbled Slaming the door on the jeering crowd Who called his work infantile And unimportant Their voices of ridicule ever so loud From all of the elements In his possession There was one that he had never used If he could make something Unseen by mankind The crowd would be shoked, baffled and confused They peered through the window He labored for hours Shielding his test tubes from their peeping eyes Til at last when the moonlight Fell on his cottage The alchemist emerged with a special suprise He held up a bottle Seemingly quite empty “What is it?” the crowd chimed out in reply Said he, “tis a potion Guaranteeing happiness Sheer joy will be yours til the day that you die” They didn’t ask questions Immediate chaos They forked over their cash for a chance at this bliss These clear plastic bottles Became a new movement The sly alchemist earned some millions like this He now was an icon A prophet, an idol Who had brought peace to a struggling land The money kept coming The man bought a palace With the spoils of labors they could not understand And at night he will wander Back to his labratory Full of empty glasses and since fulfilled dreams He smiled at the test tubes No elements in them For he’d learned how to make something out of nothing