Within the caves of Elmsdale lives Bramblewood
Far and away the greatest wizard of his time
Practice makes perfect, he worked out like he should
Magical in nature, he was of dragonkind

Majestically purple, he posed quite a figure
His skin glistened like Amethyst in the sun
There was no part of him begging to transfigure
Yearly grew he in power, more difficult to overcome

On the whole, he was a free spirit by happenstance
Euphorically tending his garden and honing his craft
until the day he got magic beans by inheritance
which would not sprout despite his witchcraft

"What gives?" He addressed the plants. "Why don't you grow?"
"I've given you soil, and water, and all things to thrive
You lack nothing you need nutritionally, I know."
Shyly, he said, "You just lack the drive."

Leading the plant to water can't make it drink.
Pleading with it would be highly demeaning
Witching it to cooperate was harder than one would think
Plus they would not appreciate his intervening

"Perhaps," he thought, "it is not so much one thing needed
when it hit the dirt, but a combination of events. Magic has a way."
Eagerly he went to hit his books, reading until he succeeded
Turns out the beans were a beanstalk waiting for their day

He wasn't sure rousing a giant from above was so wise
Last time the critter showed up it didn't end well
He finally dug the beans up all dormant, not demised
Putting them away, he turned them into a story to tell

"One of these days, the Day of the Bean will dawn"
He would tell his enthralled youth listeners
That day will bring feats of cunning, magic and brawn
We will also need all our practitioners

The battle will be afoot, and a fight we may not win
Giants are huge and mean and severely overgrown
The day the bean starts to grow, to our chagrin
We may end up being a city of fresh gravestones

However, all is not lost. for if you study hard
When the Bean comes to town, we can beat it down
All of us can stand and witch him engarde
Chase him off and defeat him, right through downtown

Until then, the bean sleeps, without a chance to grow
We grow in our studies for the eventual battles we face
The giant stays safe in his skyward hovel as far as i know
And our world grows older at it's own pace