Three magic beans
Were placed in my hand.
The price for my cow
With "fool" for my brand.
Shame in the trade,
Yet hope in my soul,
That three scattered beans
Might mine to their goal.
Ascend to the sky
On stalk and on leaf!
Take flight, child-like dreams,
Fly beyond my belief!
My cow might have earned
A fair price from the farm.
Should this stalk lead to glory?
Might it bring us all harm?
Winding high in the sky
To a place I can't see.
I reach up to the stalk
And grasp Opportunity.