In the providence of Quimbly
in the borough known as, Knob
there's a sky so blue, it stays blue day & night;

a starkly, neon, shadow is cast
as twilight becomes strong,
and each & every village lamp burns bright.

The mistwhips fly in circles
for they know their way around,
plus they're thrilled they get to do it once again;

the faeries arrive quite early
they'e best at cheering with no sound,
and the motion of their wings start up the wind.

Then, within the midst of everything
an ordered chaos starts to be
causing ripples in the moments that just are;

trolls, hobgoblins, and the ones of, Wee
can't help but dance in bluish, sunshine, bright;
you can see sometimes while wishing on a star.

You won't believe the energy
nor colors in this place
it's as if a rainbow melted in the sun!

Whilst everyone is kicking a dance
the Knob elve folkke spread magic, free
which happpens only when twilight turns one.

Sometimes, throughout the hollow
after twilight starts to build
you will hear a natural giggle get it' start;

and the rhythm of that cadence
from the giggle, bubble, quick!
Is what starts all magic beats within your heart.