The two rebels of the forest
In the middle of the forest
In the land of the fairies,
There lived a little boy
And his wolf of the prairies.
Oh, the adventures they saw
This little boy and his puppy,
They climbed forest trees
Playing until they’re muddy.
They chatted to each other
Told far fetched, odd stories,
Of fairies they had run into
When exploring their territory.
They wanted so badly to fly
And the puppy grinned in glee,
As the fairies held him high
As they flew through the trees.
The little boy stood clapping
Knowing it was his turn next,
He knows no one else believes
Saying it was all special effects.
But he knew he and his puppy
Flew over the trees, way up high,
As they touched the soft clouds
At the very top of the blue sky.
After the fairies set them down
The boy and his wolf raced off,
Looking for treasure in the forest
Until the boy started to cough.
The boy climbed onto his pup
The wolf run as fast as he could,
He had to find the fairies again
His boy was sick, he understood.
At the treehouse they rushed
Putting the boy into a dry bed,
Waving wands, casting spells
The wolf thought he was dead.
But it turned out to be a dream
The evil witch had cast a spell,
The boy and his wolf too strong
Together, the two always rebel.
The witch had met her match
The boy and wolf may be young,
Together, wolf, boy and fairies
Captured and cut out her tongue.
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