Lurking in the forest deep,                                          

Where no one hears them leap or weep.

There they live and there they stay,

Under the leaves where the shadows sway.

With talents from your wildest dreams,

Graceful as the flowing streams.

On the bank they sing and dance,

But no one thinks to spare a glance.

You’ll find no word in history,

They have always been a mystery.

You may search but you look in vain,

They are not meant to be contained.

Through the trees they will race,

Like a ghost you’ll find no trace.