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Made-up word: "Prestidigits" are a stage magician's fingers, 'cos they're good at prestidigitation, innit. Partly inspired by the real-life Chung-Ling Soo, a stage magician whose name was actually William Ellsworth Robinson.

Mode nerdery: Locrian #6. Surprisingly usable.

They call you the Wizard from the Mystic East Who has lived a hundred lives, But you learned your first tricks in prison And your hometown is St. Ives. When you stride on stage in your red silk robes, That’s enough. The crowd applaud, And they ogle your cute assistant, Who you’ll run through with ten swords

They know that wisdom Comes from far away, So you wear the mask And sculpt your past like clay

CHORUS Now your prestidigitation Is the talk of the nation Your prestidigits fly too fast to see. Ladies find you exotic And unbearably erotic Let your prestidigits fan her fantasy Whatever that may be.

Now, Meg was the sister of Massive Steve, Who ruled the Limehouse docks. When the kingpin burst into her room You were wearing just your socks. He said, “Hello, I love your show, Been following your fame, But you know what has to happen now. It really is a shame.”

“You’ll have no prestidigits Once I’m done. I’m going to snip them all off One by one.” CHORUS

He gave you a little time alone To contemplate your fate, Tied up in a padlocked steamer trunk Chained beneath a heavy weight, In a cellar that floods When the Thames runs high And the door had seven locks. As you reached in your sleeve For your skeleton keys, You murmured, “Start the clocks.”

Perhaps it was a genuine mistake? Perhaps a chance he meant for you to take? CHORUS