At my will things are pushed or pulled
My pleasure is your wonder
Dazzle, puzzle, bewilder
You are out when I break down
Under my own jurisdiction
I don’t follow
Whatever is the scenario,
Big or small I only know,
How to play with whims
How to play with fancies,
I am very, very simple
With awe you call me a miracle
Down the ages the test of truth
And the testimony of faith
But the quality of both not lies in me
But lies in beauty and in its utility.