Of wormholes

And hyperboles,

Of mispronunciation

 

Of sci-fi,

And of grammar,

And of fun-facts by the dozen

 

Of kites

And cars,

Kaleidoscopes,

Of one-syllable states

 

Of Maine,

And of Chicago

(Windy City's good for kites.)

 

Of Thunderbirds

And Firebird,

and little sprites a-plenty

 

Of pirate girls,

And magic pearls,

And blackbirds five and twenty

 

Of battles waged

In yonder age,

Of Troy and Trojan horses

 

Of many itty-bitty things,

And things of great wide courses

 

Of fairy dust

And sacred trust,

Of circumnavigation

 

Of wild lore

And iron ore,

Of water-bird migration 

 

Of everything

Of ground and wing,

Of cloud, of tree, of river

 

I bless you,

Hope to keep you 

safe from sorrowing forever.