Little fairy sitting on the mushroom,
I ask to you – Why is you face one of gloom?
The fairy replies – What, who me?
Why I have nothing to make me happy.
Nothing – I say – That cant be true
You sit on a mushroom with beauty around you,
The animals are your friends and you are free
Not surrounded by concrete and people like me.
But wait – she replies –
I’m bored of my mushroom, I want something new,
I want to meet more people who are just like you.
The animals may be my friends
But i want glamour and lights,
I want to get pissed and get into fights.
There’s none of that here
Just natural beauty
I want to see just what you see.