In the forest dark and gloomy
Little elves come out to play
They are pesky little fellows

Wood nymphs scatter scatter scatter
There are hundreds of them
They flit about and scatter scatter scatter

And then there are the dragons
With those we really must not meddle
Cause we are so crunchy and good with ketchup

Sprites, elves and spirits
All seem to be mischievous
But never bring harm to anyone

The forest primeval holds much wonder
But most of us never look behind the trees
Children know what is there and revel in it

But as we age so goes away our imagination
So goes away most of our curiosity
So goes away our wonder of possibilities

In the forest dark and gloomy
Little elves come out and play