He Wasted His Wishes On

The Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There, To Those Mysterious Lands You Long To See. Through Gypsy Camps And Swirling Arab Fair, And Moonlit Woods Where Unicorns Run Free. So Come And Walk Awhile With Me And Share The Twisting Trails And Wondrous Worlds I've Known. But This Bridge Will Only Take You Halfway There. The Last Few Steps You Have To Take Alone.

Magic Sandra’s Seen A Leprechaun, Eddie Touched A Troll, Laurie Danced With Witches Once, Charlie Found Some Goblins Gold. Donald Heard A Mermaid Sing, Susy Spied An Elf, But All The Magic I Have Known I've Had To Make Myself.

Never Explain What You Do. It Speaks For Itself. You Only Muddle It By Talking About It.

It's All The Same To The Clam.

Let Us Leave This Place Where The Smoke Blows Black And The Dark Street Winds And Bends. Past The Pits Where The Asphalt Flowers Grow We Shall Walk With A Walk That Is Measured And Slow, And Watch Where The Chalk-white Arrows Go To The Place Where The Sidewalk Ends.