The Man in the Yellow
The man in the yellow magician’s cloak
Rarely ever has he spoke
He counts his steps everywhere he goes
The man he walks upon his toes!
Tips his hat courteously at me
I nod my bonnet and curtsy.
The man in the magicians mask
He pulls rabbits out of his hat
Some say he is a magic man
Comprehends what we can’t understand
The townsfolk here fear the mystery
Contrastively that is what entrances me.
Captivates me.
The man in the yellow magician’s cloak
Only to me has he spoke
We follow each other wherever we goes.
Because nobody knows us like we knows us.