Owls hoot, Tigers roar and Rabbits dance around
The magic little island, all your friends dream about;
Each has a dragon, which hides within a cave
That’s dark and damp, mysterious,
And has a maiden to be saved
A Pirate hides a treasure, stolen from a King
And a Princess is locked high in a tower, nothing to do but sing
A wicked witch lurks in the woods and hopes for a cruel capture
While the Wolf waits and watches, for what it does not matter.
You see our dreams are all the same cos we’re too scared to think;
And so we’re lost in a template maze, we might as well call sleep!
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