There once was a breed
Of wild little things
Children of the forests
And mountain beings
Wild and untamed
They would prance and preene
Their laughter could be heard
In the meadows green
They would have dreams
Of unicorns and pixies
They would run barefoot
Chasing the butterflies
They were different
From other normal beings
People would sneer upon
These wild little things
They scared the people
Who couldn\'t dream
Because they had the power
To change life\'s stream
So they were hunted and locked
In the magic muting binds
And they went into hiding
Inside their minds...