“Well?” drawled the prince and princess, as they drew back on their elbows and sat up in amazement.
“Well? I’m here.”
“Who’s here?” asked the prince.
“Why, I am here. You said you would like to see what I looked like, and so I have come. I’m here.”
“Are you the Wishing Man?” asked the princess.
“That’s my name.” And then he broke into a snatch of a song:
“I have wishbones on my fingers,
I have myst’ry in my eyes;
My clothes are lined with four-leaf clovers
And are stained with magic dyes.
“I have pockets full of rabbits’ feet,
And amulets and charms;
Just for luck I pick up horseshoes;
I have tattoos on my arms.
“I know a world of wonders,
And if you would believe,
I have fortunes in my wallet
And surprises up my sleeve.
“I come from a distant country,
Away up near the sky,
From the golden palace, Overhead,
In the land of Wonder Why.