In the magic garden. Some were singing. Some were dancing. While the midnight moon. Shone brightly overhead. The stars so gaily glistened. And the sphinx in silence listened to. The magician tell of. Lives that he had led. Let the bells of freedom ring. Songs of love to Friday's king. Let's all go to. The magician's birthday. It's in a forest. But not so far away. Much to do. And so much to say. While we listened to. The orchid orchestra play. Happy Birthay to you .... Happy Birthday to magician. Happy Birthday to you .... Then at the dead of midnight. As we watched the dancing firelight. The air grew cold. And seemed to dull the flame. The fire died. The music faded. Filled with fear of death we waited. For now we knew. Some evil was to blame. I challenge you. I challenge you all. For all you own. And all you know. And I own the powers of darkness. I will steal what is mine. Surrender now or face my spite. I grant you it may be Friday night. But did you know this day. Also numbers thirteen. First I'll give you fire. I turn your fire into a sleepy stream. Yes now I give you nightmares. From your horror I'll create a dream. You cannot fight me. For I have the sword of hate. But one thing you can't see. My answer is simply. An impenetrable fortress. Of love ... love ... love .... The fear went as quickly as it came. The air was clear. The fire burned again. The flames leapt. The organ played. The swans sang. To greet the day. And then we knew that. Love will find love will find love ...