The wizard perched over the small table in the back
and his pointed starry hat hung beside him on a rack
his cloak of black and stardust spread out upon the floor
and his favorite walking stick leaned up against the door

He was writing down some brand new magic potions
delving as he did into the most bizarre of notions
but I had to approach him before the night was day
for time was running out to catch the one I had to slay

You see it was a spell I needed cast upon an elf
to help save my dear wife and I must admit– myself
for he had turned my sweet lady into a growling badger
and little did this help me when at night I went to grab her

She almost bit my hand clean off, you must believe it’s true
and if you tried to speak to her I know she’d bite you, too
so I tugged upon the wizard’s cloak and tried to look sincere
he turned around to look at me and said, “Your help is near.”

From a small brown box he pulled from deep within his bag
he handed me a potion with a clear hand written tag
It said one drop was all that would be needed to reverse
a witch’s or a fairy’s or some mean elf’s badger curse

I thanked him and he winked at me with a smile on his face
and just before I hit the door to get out of this dark place
he said, “Good luck with that old badger that likes to give you strife
for I know I’ll see you soon or maybe next time -- your sweet wife.”