I know a wizard

I know a man
Who is a Wizard,
With a crystal ball
And a chicken gizzard.

He can cure a cough,
Or a witch's hex.
And he can tell
What’ll happen next.

So I asked that Wizard
What he could see,
And could he tell
What would happen to me?

Would I be rich,
And handsome, and brave?
And was there a damsel
That I could save?

He wrinkled his forehead
And thought awhile.
He wiggled his thumbs,
And smiled a smile.

And then he spoke
As he looked in his ball.
“A pretty-poor poet...
And I guess that’s all.”