A delicate little ditty I sing to my babe, of fantasy worlds and lands
Of dragons and kings and of simplified things, of bodiless running hands
Witches cast spells and wizards as well, chimeras on the wing
Centaurs are fighting and knights are plighting whilst mermaids sit on rocks and sing
This is how my little one grows, as little children do
With their minds filled with magic, they will have fun, because imagination is a great virtue