There they all sit, beneath the old oak tree
they’re all just waiting, for something to do
so bored, they are, rather be filled with glee.

All of them left their broken wands at home
eyes are glazed over, from being tired
someone just has to cheer up these bored gnomes.

The Fairies are off playing their own games
unicorns standing tall under the sun
these poor gnomes are always being called names.

All they want to do, is join in on fun
laugh and play with unicorns and Fairies
then go to the beach, lay under the sun.