Past the bushy bushes and pebble paths, there's a secret trail. A secret trail that whispers...
The trees giggle, the leaves wiggle. Around and around, around and around, it goes.
Turn left at the giggling tree. No, not this one. The other, other one. Left. Right. Round we go.
The path sings songs only the moon knows, the stars twinkle with secrets untold.
There's a map in the wind, but it is hidden, hidden, secret paths always hidden from view.
Follow the sound of the singing starbeam. Find the hidden sparkly place.