There are little wizards and big wizards,
Short wizards, tall wizards,
Springtime, summer, winter, and fall wizards.
She wizards, he wizards, faerie wizards too,
And even a few friendly gnome wizards I knew.
There are tree wizards with roots running deep,
Rock wizards who guard mountains’ steep,
Desert wizards who call sand their home,
And long-tailed lizard wizards,
Wandering and green (though not all like to roam).
There are beach wizards, casting spells on the tide,
Flower wizards often make blossoms their pride,
Snow wizards who whisper with northern breezes,
And great gentle wizards found ‘neath ancient lovely trees.
I’ve met southern wizards who live on broad plains,
Eastern wizards who dance in the rains,
And wind wizards who whistle through the skies—
I've even met kitchen wizards, mixing magic and pies.
Of course, there are grumpy wizards and happy wizards,
Angry wizards and sad wizards,
And yes, even a few bad wizards (beware!).
I’ve talked to road wizards who wander for miles,
Horse wizards who gallop with style,
And cat wizards who nap in the sun,
And heaps and heaps of very friendly dog wizards,
Who laugh and run.
Some are odd wizards with quirky charms,
Or sod wizards who live on farms,
There are fog wizards, strange and unclear,
Casting spells that vanish when you draw near.
But here’s what I’ve learned, as I’ve met so many:
Wizards come in every shape—plenty, Oh Plenty!
For wizards are wizards, are wizards,
Be they old and wise or fresh like spring dew,
And wizards, dear friends are people,
Exactly like me and you.
