Within the magic forest dance
The animals, with second chance,
Around the fertile floor they prance,
And make love a happy stance.
The critters, they gather around,
To listen to a wholesome sound,
With ears pressed to the ground,
A new song in their hearts found.
There they sing a lovely song,
While their lives carry on along
In the midst of a joyous throng
Their bonds of love, ever strong.
So, when you stroll through a wood,
Where the birds chirp as they should,
Listen closely, if you would,
To a love song for every brood.