As soon as he turned it on   The wind outside of his room   Stirred up for a few seconds      He thought to himself   "i'll climb out my window   And go sit out there with my radio"      Out the window he went   Sitting against a small stump   Behind some flowerbeds      The light from his bedroom window he could still see   The music of bach was playing      After a while it began to sound distant   As the young prince gazed at this radio on his knee   The music was floating away from his hearing      What could be happening   He took it off of his knee   And put the radio to his ear   Nothing happened      Then the transistor left his hands   And was floating in the mid-air   Two feet off the ground      As the prince laughed   It suddenly turned around      And it was light green phosphourous in color      Dancing back and forth   The magic transistor   Started moving down his path      He could hear the sound out   Like nothing he had ever heard before      The trees were getting closer together   And flowers glowed with tinges of magic light   As he followed thinking to himself   "what's going on?"      The transistor lifted slowly   Up to the top of a little tree   And sat there   While it slowly became louder   To where the prince could hear it clearly      Fireflies shot across the path in front of the prince   He turned around and couldn't see the light from his window   There he was watching all alone all by himself   He got a hunch to get back to his room   And he turned and ran right back