He slipped in from the ninth dimension
Taking their world by the storm
As Merlin the amazing Magician
Impossible tricks are my norm
He assembled a crowd of some thousands
All stood around in pouring rain
Awaiting the scheduled approach
Of the London to Edinburgh train
They were promised a feat of impossibility
Which they certainly thought they got
One minute the train was approaching
The next minute it certainly was not
He routed it through a handy temporal anomaly
And for the travellers it didn't last
But for the assembled watchers
A whole five minutes had passed
And they stood there in silent amazement
With many a wide open mouth
Instead of proceeding to Edinburgh
That train was now pointing south
Then he shamelessly pandered to his audience
Made sure they got moneys worth
By making that train go again
And reappear heading due north
He floated there before his amazed audience
With head suitably bowed
Then with a flash and a bang
Disappeared in a nearby cloud
He'd been bored with dimensional primitives
And in his mind he could see
Back in his own dimension
They were serving afternoon tea
So he slipped back surreptitiously quietly
Landing there on his sit upon
And neither Mummyor Nursey
Ever knew that he'd been gone