The woods are filled with mystery and mythic magic tales Of pixie dust and pixies, no larger than a nail With Nymphs, and sprites, and fairies, spread out far and wide They’ll never let you see them, They’ll just run and hide They appear when they want to They seem a little shy There are those to claim they’ve seen them You just really have to try If you get to see them You’ll know the reason why The woods are filled with magic And dust up in the sky