“Ask: it shall be granted unto you,”
Is something I was told when I was small.
Internalized through song, I therefore knew
That wanting was sufficient wherewithal.

I quickly learned that it was perilous
To yearn when perspicacity is lacking,
As those who listened could be querulous
And wear when one anticipated tacking.

Philosophers would argue without blinking
Such bargaining’s a formal fallacy
Or an example of magical thinking,
And yet my simple heart cannot agree.

When need turns into money in the bank,
It’s lovely to have multitudes to thank.