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