He Was No Magician

"I am a musician my dear stranger, Would you like to hear me play? And perhaps you could spare a crumb or two, For I've danced this road some way."

A farmer complains to a musician that he has no riches, and is suddenly amazed when all of his crops turn to solid gold! But the farmer soon learns there's more to life than money... Follow his quest to return the fields to normal in this cheerfully illustrated, rhyming tale!