Two thousand arms was all it took,
Two thousand hands that shoved and shook
A thousand trees all full of fruit
To make them give up all their loot.
A hundred thousand fruits all fell
On down a thousand wishing wells
To wake the waiting wishes there
And shake them all up in the air.
Two thousand arms, a thousand hearts,
Hugged tight each wish a bit too hard
To be sure each one of them knew
It did not matter where they flew
Or what they gave, or what they grew,
Or who they saved, or made turn true,
But that each knew that they were worth
More than the moment on the earth
When they all did what a wish does,
That each one mattered just because.