Under the leaves live three little thieves they are bored with the common roles down in the valley at the wood of fairy they are planning a brand new roam Go to the mage for younger age and they steal his elixir but without the spell it doesn’t work well they only get a trip to fear
The dwarf, the elf and the leprechaun Make their way to the fairy’s grace With its magical power sure it can make them lovely face
With an old, cheap cardtrick, win the witch’s broomstick and make their way to west Rag coats are flapping, Rodin’ the north wind to despoil the griffin’s nest Play on a tin flute and a mesmeric big lute but their melodys’ out of tune so it breaks the silence, wakes up the giant who catches up and chokes them rude
The end of their way as a run-down mayday They have an ale in Moe’s pub Return to thier chamber to have a big slumber but they realize they’ve been robbed