I'd like to go where the faeries play
'round the toadstools and moss under my feet
A land where the big sky never turns grey
Living off honey dew can't be beat
The shouting of the world can't be heard
All my awful problems are far not near
I wish the line between our worlds were blurred
This is the dream every child holds dear
By a babbling brook, I'll be queen
Given a pair of nice wings for my own
I'll rule justly and never mean
For the faeries and trees are my new home
But now I'm stuck in a big plain house
Powerless about my fate like a mouse