Do you believe in charms and spells, in mystic words
and wands and wishing wells?
Don't look so wise, don't show your scorn; watch yourself, I warn you.
Hide your heart from sight, lock your dreams at night.
It could happen to you.
Don't count stars or you might stumble,
Someone drops a sigh, and down you tumble.
Keep an eye on Spring, run when church bells ring.
It could happen to you.
All I did was wonder how your arms could be
And it happened to me!
