The pilgrims sat and watched with glee
As the coal transformed, right before their eyes
It became something magical, something new
A sight they never thought they'd view

The coal had turned to glittering gold
A gift they never thought they'd behold
They danced and sang and laughed with joy
As the coal burned, they did employ

Detriti, bony and cold
She watched with surprise, as the story was told
The pilgrims had found a way to turn her gift
Into something that gave them a lift

And so, Detriti left with a smile
Knowing that the pilgrims had gone the extra mile
To make the most of what they were given
And find happiness, in the life they were living