Once upon a time in a town quite small,
Where every wish came true, no wish was too tall.
At the stroke of midnight, magic would unfold,
Granting all desires, both new and old.
1
But one night, a child made a wish so grand,
It shook the very stars in the magical land.
The clock struck twelve, the stars began to fade,
For this wish was too much, the magic afraid.
2
The sky turned dark, no stars could be seen,
The moon hung low, looking ever so keen.
The child's wish threatened the fabric of time,
What could be done to bring back the chime?
3
The creatures of magic, in a worried huddle,
Knew they had to fix this troublesome muddle.
They whispered and plotted, seeking a way,
To ensure that the magic would forever stay.
4
They brewed a potion with ingredients rare,
To bring back the stars and banish despair.
With a sprinkle of moon dust and a dash of night,
The magic was restored, shining bright with delight.
5
The stars returned, twinkling up high,
The moon smiled down, lighting up the sky.
The child's wish was granted, but a lesson was learned,
To be careful what you wish for, or it might be overturned.
6
Now every night, the child would gaze,
At the stars in wonder, through the magical haze.
Knowing that wishes should be made with care,
For the magic of midnight is beyond compare.
