The House on Magic Street – illustrated by Harriet Goitein

On Magic Street,

There was once a small house

At number four,

In the basement lived the Mouse

Family,

On the ground floor,

A fairy,

Named Clare

And her sister, Sherry,

On the roof above,

A family of

Lovebirds,

Mr. and Mrs. Love,

And their children, Ruby and Dove.

One cold winter day,

Mr. Badfellow Carnibore,

Came knocking at the door

Of the house.

Mr. and Mrs. Mouse

Were in the basement,

Eating their curds and whey,

The Loves were out

Looking for hay,

For their nest,

So Sherry, sister of Fairy Clare,

Opened the door

To welcome the guest.

“Pray tell,

Do you wish to sell your house,

If so, I have come to inquire,

How much money you desire.”

“We have no wish whatsoever, to sell,

Not now, not ever.

I am quite sure, as well,

That Mr. and Mrs. Mouse

And the Lovebirds,

Have no such desire,”

Sherry replied.

Would you like to come inside

And sit by the fire?”

Mr. Badfellow Carnibore

Went away,

But later that day,

Not long after he was gone,

Sherry saw a

“For sale” sign

On their front lawn.

That very afternoon

Mr. Carnibore

Knocked again at the front door.

“All the others on Magic Street,

Have agreed to sell,

I must buy this property

As well.”

“So please accept my proposition,

And with your permission,

I’ll begin the demolition.”

Fairy Sherry understood,

That this could not be good.

So she 

Closed the door,

And began to cry. 

That evening,

They had a meeting,

Clare served

Cheddar cheese,

Green peas,

Worms from ponds

And tea with scones.

Sherry looked up the word “demolition”

In the dictionary,

As soon as they knew

What Mr. Carnibore wished to do,

They reached a decision.

That very night,

A thousand birds flew in from near and far,

And dropped you-know-what on Mr. Carnibore’s car,

What a sight!

But he just said

“Oh gosh”

And drove straight to the car wash.

So then they dropped you-know-what on Mr. Carnibore’s head.

He said, “I do say,”

Shampooed his toupee,

And went to bed.

Every mouse from miles around

Came to party at Mr. Carnibore’s house,

They ate cheese and crackers galore,

And danced on his floor,

Mr. Carnibore said, “Very well,”

And went to sleep in a motel.

The only thing left

For Sherry and Clare to do

Was to give a call to

You know who –

Cousin Harry,

The dream fairy.

That very night Mr. Carnibore had a dream so bad,

Perhaps the worst he had ever had.

In his dream, Mr. Carnibore,

Tore down all the homes on Magic Street,

And built a giant mall,

Seventy stories tall.

But when the mall was built,

No one came to shop, no one at all.

Townspeople had strikes and demonstrations,

They wrote letters to the United Nations,

In his dream, which was very bad

Mr. Carnibore lost all the money he ever had,

He went broke,

And then awoke.

The very next morning,

Mr. Carnibore understood,

The dream was a warning,

That he’d better be good.

That same day he had an idea, so very new,

A way to keep the house, but build the mall, too.

A giant crane Lifted the little house high

To the top on the new shopping mall,

Right next to the sky.

The lovebird’s nest is now the highest in town,

The Mouse Family still lives in the basement,

But it’s now the highest basement around,

A basement with a breeze,

And every day he sends

Them a big box of yellow cheese

And sisters Sherry and Clare,

Have a view

From over here to way over there.

And the Magic Street Mall,

Is the most amazing mall of them all.

They have a green

popcorn machine

That pops and pops

And never stops.

There is so much to see and

Even more to do,

And if you come tomorrow,

You might see me too!!

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