“Well, we would love to join you there, but you must coax us down.

We shouldn’t have to make you want your fortune to be found.

Just send an invitation to our land up in the sky,

The land of misty magic-blue where we, the miracles, fly.

Your invitation should reveal a mind that’s set our way,

A mind that understands if we come down, it’s not to play.

It’s up to you to make us stay–you quit, and we will flee.

With every step you take you have to know how proud you’ll be.

We will respond to your request–we will fly down to you.

You may need some convincing when your wishes do  come true.”