Peer through, my dear
Through the rustling leaves
Magicians live here
Look close and you’ll see

That, there, by the door
Not a cane, but a staff
And shimm’ring of gold
Does smoke ebb from the stack

Every so often,
A rabbit appears
Bamboozled, but jolly
And rubbing its ears

You’ll not often see them
The couple’s quite shy
The magic they conjure
Meets naught but a keen eye