Oops Words and music by Catherine Faber © 1996Neck deep in a fight in a deli called Stein's I noticed him helping some guy as I went When there sprang up a half dozen fast-growing vines Of martial demeanor and barratrous bent They soon showed their mettle--their thorns were like glass To add complications to everyone's day I tripped on a tendril and fell on my ass And that was the first I heard Joshua say, "Oops, oops, extravagant curses Adding new verses to a tired old song. Oh, well, you can't be too picky, Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong." We were shooting the breeze down at Ichabod's house When he glanced out the window and casually rose Saying, "I see a cat that's not after a mouse, Michael, go get him." I heard the door close. We watched Michael corner him, reach with a grin And when he tried magic 'twas easily seen I made his acquaintance as Mike bore him in By the scruff of his neck--he was glowing and green. "Oops, oops, extravagant curses Adding new verses to a tired old song. Oh, well, you can't be too picky, Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong." We had words with a werewolf in Cheshire mall And treated a window more rough than we should. Security came and we fled down the hall Josh must have decided disguise would be good He whipped round the corner and stopped by some bins Then grabbed for his belly and squeaked with surprise I don't think he meant to be pregnant with twins But the cop passed him over without looking twice. "Oops, oops, extravagant curses Adding new verses to a tired old song. Oh, well, you can't be too picky, Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong." Deep in a warehouse with nowhere to flee A vampire's gaze summoned Joshua away. He said, "Oh, no, you don't," and turned into a tree Then tried something extra--but what I can't say. The building turned clear to the ground far below And left us suspended like ghosts of the dead. I looked at the ground and I looked at our foe And spoke the first words that popped into my head. "Oops, oops, extravagant curses Adding new verses to a tired old song. Oh, well, you can't be too picky, Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong." I lifted my weapon and braced for attack Wishing for more than my courage and steel A vampire before me, a tree at my back, In a building I'd have to thread out of by feel But he dodged and ran into the tree's sharp embrace And staked his own self--surely not by design. Two mages were more than he wanted to face And if I said, "Oops," the mistake must be mine. "Oops, oops, extravagant curses Adding new verses to a tired old song. Oh, well, you can't be too picky, Magic is tricky and apt to go wrong."