In the morning mists of spring,
dew glistens off of faerie wings,
and the leprachauns do arise.

Goblins in the dark stone caves,
walking on crooked staves,
sing the bats to sleep with soft lullabies.

With its bright, shining horn,
stands the unicorn,
watching the sun rise in the sky.

Pixies with golden wings,
dance in faerie rings,
dancing the eternal dance that never dies.

The dragon is aflight,
impressive in its might,
as the sun shines off its shimmering scales.

The mermaids in the sea,
are playing happily,
with the fishes, dolphins and the whales.

The gryphon does awake,
it always rises late
and streches it silver tipped wings.

In this enchanted world,
where all is new and unspoiled,
every day is like the first day of spring.