Wrinkled, parched amidst the desert,
Cautious with a little conscience
He’s the one who cooks!
Schwartz out, desperation in,
Turning the man into a wizard.
What he makes, can show you places,
You’ve never been.
The crystal can make you feel
Like anything.
Who could’ve imagined him,
The man with that hat,
And with those looks,
To even become something.
Ordinary man with an extraordinary mind.
Bet you didn’t have a clue,
He could build an entire empire
By Romancing the Blue.
In the Realm of the Unnamed Belle 