And the Baker gave Jack five beans in exchange for his cow,
Keeping one for himself.
I guess this is goodbye, old pal,
You've been a perfect friend.
I hate to have to part, old pal,
Some day I'll buy you back.
I'll see you soon again.
I hope that when I do,
It won't be on a plate.
Magic beans!
No one would have given him more
For this creature.
Are we to dispel this curse through deceit?
If you know
What you want,
Then you go
And you find it
And you get it-
Home.
Do we want a child or not?
And you give
And you take
And you bid
And you bargain
Or youl ive
To regret it.
Will you please go home?
There are rights and wrongs
And in-betweens-
No one waits
When fortune intervenes.
Amd maybe they're really magic,
Who knows?
Why you do
What you do,
That's the point:
All the rest of it
Is chatter.
Look at her. She's crying.
If the thing you do
Is pure in intent,
If it's meant,
And it's just a little bent,
Does it matter?
Yes.
No, what matters is that
Everyone tells tiny lies.
What's important, really is, the size.
Only three more tries and we'll have our prize.
When the end's in sight,
You'll realize:
If the end is right,
It justifies
The beans!