Rainbows and butterflies, chocolates and moor.
It was all that and more, they thought about you.
The dust shook off; fairy dust.
Dark side they saw, residing in you.
Burning and bleeding, gnawing and clawing.
Repugnant the sight, so dreadful; the fright!
Bring back the ornaments! Fairy dust! The royal camouflage!
Adorn me, for I must now be an outcast.
Unicorns I see. What do they hide?
The hell hounds I think, they must now be tied.
