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To

My Dear Godson

Hubert Griffith

and his sister

Margaret

Dear Hubert, if I ever found

A wishing-carpet lying round,

I’d stand upon it, and I’d say:

“Take me to Hubert, right away!”

And then we’d travel very far

To where the magic countries are

That you and I will never see,

And choose the loveliest gifts for you, from me.

But oh! alack! and well-a-day!

No wishing-carpets come my way.

I never found a Phoenix yet,

And Psammeads are so hard to get!

So I give you nothing fine⁠—

Only this book, your book and mine,

And hers, whose name by yours is set;

Your book, my book, the book of Margaret!