The little old man in the conical hat Smiled as he passed by his hanging pet bat Then he got to his chair it was there that he sat And proceeded to get down to work He reached across the table to get to the jar That was filled to the brim with magic from afar So special to him it was marked with a star It as then that he opened the lid Looking inside he saw a chunk of base metal Bought from the man when he came by to peddle His wares from the fair that now sat in a kettle The alchemist leaned in to watch The colors that rose in the smoke were so bright They lit up the room and blinded his sight Still he wished and he wished with all of his might The metamorphosis began to take place The gold that was showing was a sight to behold It was true all the things that he had been told It was then that the room began to turn cold His hands now started to shake The gold in the kettle had started to glow And a sound then began and it started to grow He was worried the house would soon blow His time was running out So he ran up the stairs and got to the door But he wanted to know so he looked back once more. This foolhardy magician then heard a great roar And darkness enveloped the house