Scream goes the Screaming Viper,
Pop goes the Exploding Guppy,
Twinkle goes the little sky pixies,
Polishing the stars

The gardens of Faithhope seem so friendly in the daytime,
Blooming with magic and adventure,
But at night?
It seems as if the flowers shriveled up,
and the magic had faded away,
And it seems so scary and adventurous

The lakes and rivers are so still,
as if the bravehearted water pixies sprinkled tiny diamonds here and there,
And the beautiful colors of the rainbow,
that the air pixies had conjured up

The fire seems so inviting and warm,
spreading its warmth everywhere,
It seems to reach the sky,
As if creating a bridge for the loyal Sky pixies,
to descend from the heaven to Earth

The red and gold plumage,
of the Oh so faithful fire pixies
attract injured Phoenixes
To nurse them back to health

Now the dawn is ascending
The sky is so pink and gold
As if an artist painted them himself...