Artist Unknown
Phineas woke up one Fall morning
To find the leaves turned brown and withered
He donned a sweater and a scarf
And human hands to keep him warm
At the wharf, he met a sage
Handless, hairless, and lined with age
"Fortune, fortune, will I read,"
Cried the sage, to mislead
Chirping and whirring with delight
Phineas agreed to pay any price
The sage raised his stumps, a dark, dark blight
And looked askance at Phineas, twice
"Fortune, fortune will I read,
For your warm mittens and a bead,"
The sage was sly, and Phineas simple
A devil's deal...if 'twere not for Kimpel
Kimpel the Fisherman, young and wise
Had made a pledge to his mother dear
To protect the innocent from false scries
For to one, she lost her heart sincere
Throwing aside his fisher's creel,
A strong, firm hand did Kimpel use
To halt the lies, the steal, the deal
And stop a most unfortunate ruse
Cries and howls, unholy to hear
The sage let loose with a single tear
Phineas, simple and kind at heart
With his mittens did he gladly part
Alarmed by kindness, the sage did pause
As the cold shriveled the boy's poor claws
"Ye are good," the sage did say,
"I am changed, from this 'ere day."
Kimpel assessed and judged and nodded
Truth was told, redemption awarded
So the boy, the sage, and the fisherman together
Became fast friends, Birds of One Feather
