The Worth of a Soul

Mister Lucifer told me, "It won't hurt a bit,
         Just sign there on the black dotted line,"
So I did, with a mixture of blood and some spit,
         And he said, "That, my dear, will be fine.

"Well then, what do you want? Say whatever you wish.
         I can give you the moon and the stars,
I can make you a ruler, teach you to catch fish,
         Or make you the first woman on Mars.

"I can make you a model, a fine baroness,
         Give you all the the wealth you desire,
Stick a little bit more there on top of your chest,
         And make you light all men's hearts afire.

"I can give you a house with a white picket fence
         And a dog and two kids on the lawn.
So, dear, make up your mind! Don't keep me in suspense!
         If I have to wait longer, I'll yawn!

"I am mighty and powerful, sneaky but true,
         And I never go back on my word.
I can make you unique and famous for it, too,
         Or make you so beloved it's absurd.

"I can teach you to play the tuba or trombone
         (But be warned, my brass playing is poor),
Or give you all the knowledge the world's ever known.
         After all, what's a Lucifer for?

"So, then, tell me! What is it? Some new roller skates?
         Or some candy? A trip to the zoo?"
And I looked back at him, just a small girl of eight,
         And asked, "Can you bring Mommy back too?"