Magic:

There is magic in the air

And I feel it within me

Bubbling like a stream

And each bubble is a bubble

Of wild, exultant laughter

That life should be so full,

So good for living, so fine,

That it asks, it demands

For the wings of the soul

To take flight and reach

For the beckoning stars.

And one other thing,

You who are sceptical.

Magic doesn’t go away

If you pretend it isn’t there,

You just miss it!