Came out of the mist;
He hadn’t been missed at all.
He changed his socks
Into golden locks
And grew up rather small.
It is the way of The Alchemist
To try and change one thing into another;
One day, he changed his sister into a brother.
In changing base metals into riches
He wasn’t all that good;
One day he turned into a petrol station
And someone looked under his hood.