The young lad walked into town,
He went to the market,
To buy what he did not know,
He had so little money.
As he looked round he saw a stall,
Almost hidden from the rest,
But there on the stall,
Sitting at the back,
A vase shone out.
He must have it he thought,
He asked if he could buy it,
The elderly man said he could,
But be warned he said,
This is a Magic Vase.
As the young man
Walked back to his home
He pondered on what the old man said,
A Magic Vase
How can that be?
He handed the vase to his Mum,
She was delighted,
And put the vase on a table
In the dingy sitting room.
Dad came in and saw the vase
And thought that it looked odd,
So bright in this dull room.
So out cam the paints and brushes
And the walls were renewed.
The eldest brother then walked in
And found the windows were dirty,
So he cleaned them to a sparkle.
As the second brother looked out
Of the now clean windows,
He saw the garden was unkempt,
So with spade and fork and seeds,
The garden was renewed.
The seeds took hold
And flowers bloomed everywhere.
The sister walked into the garden
And saw their beauty,
She picked some flowers
And gave them to her Mum.
Her Mum was delighted
And placed them lovingly
Into the beautiful vase.