Yes, the flame was still purple
and the paint brush was charred.

"I'm sorry, but Pritzy,
this case is too hard."

Boppo left with poor Pritzy
still at his wit's end.
"Who needs Boppo, anyway?
Miglet's my friend."

So Prtizy called Miglet,
who flew over quite fast.
"I've developed a great magic spell
that I'll cast!"

Miglet looked at the candle,
then closed his eyes tight
and began to chant, "oogledy,
smoogledy, smite!

"Antagony, wagony, sagony,
smuller!
This flame must take back
its original color!