As soon as he turned it on The wind outside of his room Stirred up for a few seconds He thought to himself I'll climb out my window And go sit out there with my radio Out the window he went Sitting against a small stump Behind some flowerbeds The light from his bedroom window he could still see The music of Bach was playing After a while it began to sound distant As the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee The music was floating away from his hearing What could be happening He took it off of his knee And put the radio to his ear Nothing happened Then the transistor left his hands And was floating in the mid-air Two feet off the ground As the prince laughed It suddenly turned around And it was light green phosphourous in color Dancing back and forth The magic transistor Started moving down his path He could hear the sound out Like nothing he had ever heard before The trees were getting closer together And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light As he followed thinking to himself What's going on? The transistor lifted slowly Up to the top of a little tree And sat there While it slowly became louder To where the prince could hear it clearly Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince He turned around and couldn't see the light from his window There he was watching all alone all by himself He got a hunch to get back to his room And he turned and ran right back
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