Deep within the forest glen, I spy an enchanted grove — Oh, to find such delight!
That I might lie nestled in mist, enveloped in music, the shimmering songs of fairies bright,
Then come the regal unicorns, majestic and fair, gathering in a dazzling pool of light,
To drink of its glorious wonder, their horns glittering diamonds, hope in the dark of night,
While the delicate swans float like beacons of beauty in sparkling waters, an exquisite sight,
And I, a curious child who has found such magical treasure — Oh, how I wish to be a sprite!
That I might never have cause to leave the enchanted grove, for within it my heart takes flight!
