Hocus Pocus

As a family of lawnchairs
Gathered underneath a clean suburban sun
There were seven pink flamingos, standing pigeon-toed
Not hurting anyone
Her mama called her "Precious"
And her father called her once or twice a year
When she was five she practiced magic tricks
In hopes that she could make him reappear

And she'd say, "HOCUS POCUS,"
And say a little prayer
Then she'd wave her hands like butterflies
And make a big red heart in the air

Her best friend was Angie
They played Barbies after school for three whole years
And on the weekends they'd have cider on the railroad tracks
Pretending it was beer
Just like family 'til Angie's front yard
Grew a sign that said "Just Sold"
And the tears that came on moving day
Were more than hearts that small could ever hold

So they said, "HOCUS POCUS,"
And said a little prayer
Then they waved their hands like butterflies
And made a big red heart in the air

And Daddy never showed
And Angie never wrote
But there's still hope

In a pile of broken daisies
Fell decisions at the turning of her life
There was a boy she was in love with
And he'd asked her if she'd want to be his wife
But they were both from broken families
And quaking at the thought of taking vows
So they shared a secret wedding--just the two of them
And they're still together now

They said, "HOCUS POCUS"...