I’m off with the pixies, away with the faeries,
I do hope you’ll join me, I’m going next Tuesday,
A flight of fancy, a bit of truancy,
And we can be home in time for tea.
I have a funny feeling, something’s tickled me,
I must frolic lax a dazy, unashamedly free,
It’s all rather exciting, that music sounds very inviting,
I have a yen to dance again, in front of our settee.
I have a sudden rush, I’m really overcome,
I must gambol lightly, tell no one where I’ve gone,
I find it enthralling, at the park the swings are calling,
I’ll have a lark in the dark, howling at the moon.
I have an inspiration, I always like a dare,
I must trip gaily, around the local fair,
If people stare I’m not sure I care,
I will yell, from the carousel, to anyone who’s there.
I have got an impulse, of frivol and abandon,
I must do something to relieve the boredom,
It won’t be long before I burst into song,
I was dropped in the cauldron, I am really on one!