SHAZAM!

I don't trust this, Wizard-Witchy-Wiggling of fingers, Funny words form on the tongue, Like Mongolian throat singers, Flick of the wrist and the air exploding, With enchanted zingers. This magic thing seems like a scam, 'Cause everything is calm, Then suddenly... "SHAZAM!" First I'm there, then over here, I didn't even move an inch, Or get out of my comfy chair, But I felt the breeze, Stir my hair, And now I've popped into, The evil Necro-mancer's spooky lair. This magic thing seems like a scam, 'Cause everything is calm, Then suddenly... "SHAZAM!" They make things in cauldrons, Distribute potions made of frogs and worms, Sometimes its green and makes me nauseous, And squirm. They light up the sky, With whizz bangers and pretty coloured flames, "SHAZAM!!", I don't trust these wizards, But their magic is totally on-point, And insane. This magic thing seems like a scam, 'Cause everything is calm, Then suddenly... "SHAZAM!"