Let me tell you about magic

& How everything happened

Round of applause

Everyone start clapping

The King is coming home

Let’s make this rapid

Clean the castle & prepare a feast

Overjoyed to say the least

Arms open as I reach

To pull him in

& Kiss his peach

The small shape on his face

Gracefully sitting above his beard

I mean

That may sound kind of weird

But if you could hear him

His baritone

Is like a microphone

Which continues to sing my favorite song

Because I know why the caged bird sings

So compelled

I continue to dig in

To his soul

Bringing him in from the cold

Turning a new leaf

October’s very own.