The one that weighs near half-a-ton,
That is wizard number one.
And where is wizard number two?
There – that's him hiding in a shoe.
And here comes wizard number three,
Yes, I see.
Wizard number four of course
Comes riding up grandly on a great white horse.
And there's wizard five come running after,
Shouting to all,
I'm late! No matter!
No one could find wizard number six,
But he was there, up to his old tricks.
In a corner studious wizard number seven
Was trying to conjure the number eleven.
Wizard number eight grew wings to try,
And called to his brothers,
We all should fly!
Then wizard number nine played them all a tune
On a big brass horn, called a buffoon.
Wizard number ten began to groove and sing,
Then all ten wizards, indeed, took wing.