Whale Bow

I keep a clear glass jar,
And in my clear glass jar,
I keep ribbons,
Silken ribbons,
Some collected and some given, 
One’s got flower and one’s got stars.

Once, a magician,
Smiled at me in my ribbons,
And said, “Ask and it's yours,”
“Oh, a pet whale with your permission,”
“There’s nothing I want mores,”
So, in a sparkle of vision,
Came three small whales from my clear glass jar,
Round my head and back in the jar where they were arisen. 

I keep a clear glass jar,
And in my clear glass jar, 
I keep ribbons,
Silken ribbons,
Some collected and some given, 
One’s got flower and one’s got stars,
But my favorite from here to mars,
Are those whales given by my magician.