Wizards & Wardrobes

[Intro] (Short Instrumental Intro) [Verse 1] In a tower tall and grand, lived a wizard wise and old, With robes of every color, some silver, some gold. He'd stand before his wardrobe, every single day, Scratching at his beard, he'd mutter in dismay. [Chorus] Wizards and wardrobes, what a fuss! Choosing outfits, causing such a muss. Is it the blue or the green today? Or the starry robe that shimmers and sways? [Verse 2] He’d try on his pointy hat, a cloak with glittering thread, A cape that caught the moonlight, or one with dragon's head. Mismatched socks and sandals, oh what a sight to see, For a wizard with such wisdom, he lacked some fashion key. [Chorus] Wizards and wardrobes, what a fuss! Choosing outfits, causing such a muss. Is it the red with the golden trim? Or the one with runes that are oh-so dim? [Bridge] His owl would hoot in laughter, the potions bubble bright, As the wizard twirled in circles, from morning into night. “Maybe I’ll just wear nothing,” he’d joke with a grin, “But then the wind would chill me, right down to my skin!” [Chorus] Wizards and wardrobes, what a fuss! Choosing outfits, causing such a muss. Is it the purple with the stars that gleam? Or the enchanted cloak that turns into a dream? [Outro] So if you see a wizard, and he’s looking quite perplexed, Just know it’s not the magic, it’s the wardrobe he inspects. For in the world of magic, where spells and potions mix, The greatest challenge daily, is his fashion fix! [Fade to End]