Word Wizard - Harry Chapin

Now won’t you listen to the word wizard

Watch him open up his gizzard

Every secret he has he’s only told the world so far

Don’t you think that boy would be embarrassed

Find himself hassled or some what harassed

Cause he shows of his wounds before they turn to scars

But when he comes home he brings me stories

He made up especially for me

A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh

The choice is simple, I can scold him

Give him a smile or simply hold him

Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no

Watch him work, he leaves each hartfull

Shovels it out there by the careful

He’s so artless it’s almost artful as he as he strings them along

Takes you down, gets you cryin

Sets you high, gets you flyin

It’s not the truth but it’s not quite lying

As he sings his song

But when he comes home he brings me stories

He made up especially for me

A little bit of low down, a little bit of glory oh

The choice is simple, I can scold him

Give him a smile or simply hold him

Somehow it seems, I never ever told him no