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There is a horrible game, That fairies love to play, A wicked little trick they try, The moment night meets day. Take the child from the cradle, Steal the thing away, Leave in her a place a creature of twigs, With eyes of beetles and hair of hay. The fairies end up laughing, The mother ends in tears, The child ends up wild, This is a fairy’s game. The fairies know what happens, When a changeling does appear, They laugh their empty souls out, When they see a human’s fear But don’t they ever wonder, What happens to the stock; The child they created, To create both fear and shock? Do they believe perhaps, Or e

I saved a griffin from a sack, I ate a poisoned fruit, I found Crumple-Horned Snorklack, I boiled eye of newt. I raised a woman from her grave, And sent a spirit home. I stole gold from a dragon’s cave, I read a magic tome. I danced in the woods with the elves, I wove a marriage rug, I summoned potions from their shelves, And met a cat so smug. I planted a wilted flower, I rode a hover board, I led a siege on the Towers, I killed the darkest Lord. I flew on wings that were not there, I fought with warriors furred, I grew bright flowers in my hair, I spoke but was not heard, I walked upon the ocean’s seas, I spu