Accordingly, he stuffed his pack (and tied around a band),
With every single kind of wish now found within the land,
And fared he forth from house to house, to please the people all,
And dealt out every kind of wish for which he had a call.
To one ’twas wealth—a sordid wish; another called for joy;
One asked for ease; one beauty took—a worthless sort of toy!
And so he gave them this and that, and all seemed happy quite,
For which the Wish-Man naturally took very keen delight.
But when a stranger passed the town of Discontent, he saw
(’Twas just a short time after this) what filled him quite with awe;