immortal ink writes a story that stays
story books of fantasy and midnight parades
down the rabbit hole, second star to the right
i stay in my room reading stories all night
listen for faeries while you step through the wood
looking for magic, bad spells and good
candy houses make good shelter a treat
just don't let the witch make an oven of your seat
all my life i was wishing for pixie dust
when all i ever got was wanderlust
if magic is true won't you show it to me?
my wishes would come true, every one of the three
a treasure chest of pirate's gold
lurks beneath the lone mountain, cold
the sea full of mermaids that lure you away
into the depths, sir, i bid you good day
find the magic worth seeing, the birds in the trees
the rainbows above, rather than magic beans
the love of the ocean is purest of all
magic comes in nature, can you hear it's mystic call?