In the forest of giggles and whispers,
A tiny village sings.
The trees giggle back,
And the moon keeps watch.
Once, a puppet named Wobble,
Danced in the silvery light.
He wore a smile,
But his strings were tangled tight.
Do you hear her crying,
Beneath the flowered sky?
Shadows play with children,
And they never say goodbye.
Would you like to meet
The lady of the lake?
She whispers gentle lies,
Beneath the willow's wake.