Deep in the forest, fae folk glow.
Deep in the forest, deep in snow.
Deep in the forest, they will sing.
Down the river, dew drops glistening.
For if you ever go
They will surely know.
Deep in the forest, soon you’ll see,
Who they really come to be.
With their red eyes and hungry teeth,
Mushrooms dance in a fairy ring.
Their hunger for peeling flesh,
Blood will surely quench them best.
Deep in the forest, heed this warning,
For if you ever see the fair folk playing,
You will not make it until morning.
