Across the Sea of Dreams,
In a land far far away,
There lived a nymph called Mary,
Who loved to run and play.
She played with the moon
Danced with the stars,
And laughed at the leprechauns
Who drove golden cars.
Their workload was heavy,
Yet their hearts were light
As they drove along the road
In the bright moonlight,
Delivering gold to the rainbows
And blessing them on their way
Into the mystic night,
Where they would dance and play.
As she watched the scene below,
From the comfort of a tree,
Mary did a little dance –
her heart was filled with glee!
Yet, as she rushed into the forest,
She knew there was something wrong,
As the trees had started crying,
And fairies sang sad songs.
“What’s wrong?” asked the nymph,
“Where are my rainbow friends?”
“The King has captured them”
said a sad old fox,
“They’ll meet a sticky end.”
“Oh no they won’t!” said Mary,
Who’d made up her mind,
“I’m going to the castle.
I’ll get him from behind!”
Mary told the fox her plan,
But he shook his head
And looked at her sternly,
“There could be danger ahead.”
But, once Mary had made up her mind,
There was no turning back.
“OK then,” the old fox sighed,
“Just jump onto my back!”
So off they rode to the castle
At the top of the steepest hill –
where the King had cast an evil spell
That made the rainbows ill!
He’d thrown them in the dungeon
And fed them bread and butter –
but, no sooner had they eaten,
Than strange words they began to utter…
“What’s happening to us?” they asked,
“Why are we saying strange words?
Why have you captured us
And placed upon us a curse?”
“You’ll soon see.” said the King,
With an evil glint in his eye
As he cast a magic spell
And was gone in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, deep in the forest,
The moon and stars were shining
Upon the nymph and fox –
who, by now, was groaning!
“Oh why did I agree to do this?”
said Fox with a yawn,
“We’re not even there yet
And soon it will be dawn!”
On and on they rode,
Through the Forest of the Night,
Banishing the monsters
That lurked in the silvery moonlight.
They reached the castle at dawn.
“At last!” thought the fox,
“I can catch up on my sleep
When I’ve finished picking the locks.”
For the castle wasn’t protected
By a drawbridge or a moat,
In fact, there was no one there
Except Horace, the sleepy goat.
As Horace slept, Fox picked the locks.
Soon he and Mary were inside.
Quietly, they tiptoed away –
but they were in for a nasty surprise!
“Hmmm… with spider’s web and eye of newt…”
Said the King, who cast a spell
On Emily, his faithful pet snake –
and made them run like hell!
Down, down, down they ran,
‘Till they could run no more.
Poor Fox was so exhausted
That he collapsed by the dungeon door!
Mary used her magic
To pick the dungeon lock –
but when the rainbows saw her,
They got quite a shock!
“Don’t worry,” said Mary, “We’re friends.
We’ve come to take you home
To the Forest of the Night,
Where you can dance with gnomes.”
Mary woke the sleeping fox
And soon they were on their way
Back to the forest where the rainbows
Could dance in the light of day.
