Merlin’s in the basement
Mixing up a potion
Working on a spell so he can cross the ocean
A bit of this
A bit that
To put a propeller on his hat

He cannot swim
It’s not for him
But he likes to fly
And if you look up
Down Merlin’s way
You might see a wizard flying by

It’s dangerous though
For his hairy chin
If between the blades it gets in
As it wouldn’t be much fun
If his beard got tangled
When he was done

It happened once, it was true
You could hear the screams in Timbuktu

But now he’s finished
And he’s away
’cause Merlin needs a holiday.

Whirlin' Merlin - A short funny poem about a wizard in a whirl.