Settling into the tree,
This little sprite is unhappy;
I watch the trolls below,
They threaten me, but I know it's all blow.
I should be learning new magic,
But it's too depressing, too tragic;
When it's such a beautiful day,
I want to cause mischief and play!
The gnomes are hard at work,
Duties, duties, duties...they will not shirk;
Leprechauns, man, so boring,
Predictable threats about their gold, lame warnings.
Higher and higher I go, above the treetops,
I see the human city where the horizon stops;
The non-magical folk have powers in technology,
I cast off my kinhood, and search there for my destiny.
