He has a gift little perceived –
A mind for temperament and thoughts.
That he is one of privilege
Is both natural and mysterious.
Such witchcraft to them of fright
Puts them to good reactions –
Harmless to a passerby –
Helpful to a set of events.
It was taught by a Master –
His mind is only existence.
We walk about – caught unawares –
Then he finishes my sentence
And with the magic he has
He twists the day as we go.
For that I could kiss his head –
It impresses me so.