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There's a mysterious light
Burns all through the night
In that house where some people say
An alchemist dwells
With books full of spells
And a cat who scares children away.
Some say that he lives in that house all alone
Some say he has claws and a beak
Some say he keeps rats
And vampire bats
And a raven he's taught how to speak.
And the children play dare:
"I dare you to spy,
I dare you to knock on his pane;"
They say those who dare
To enter his lair
Have never been seen again.
They say that his furnace
Turns iron and bronze
Into ingots of glistening gold,
They say if you take
The powder he makes
You'll never fall sick or grow old.
Some say he's a Wizard
Some say he's a Saint
Some say he eats toads for his tea
So I don't think I'll pay
Him a visit today
For fear he should want to eat me.
By
Gareth Owen
