The Seelie Court Is Slightly Unhinged

(Verse 1) The princess took a shortcut through a forest made of sighs, Where the Seelie Court was arguing about the color of the skies. One said “Cerulean!” another yelled “Chartreuse!” And a third just turned a tree into a goose. The princess cleared her throat like, “Um… hello?” And they all bowed dramatically — way too low. (Chorus) ’Cause Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged, They’ll rewrite your destiny on a decorative fringe. They’ll gift you a crown made of questionable fruit, And insist it’s traditional (though it’s clearly not true). Oh, Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged — And the princess? She’s starting to binge on the chaos. (Verse 2) They invited her to tea served in floating porcelain bowls, With spoons that recited poetry about existential holes. A fae in velvet boots asked, “Do you dance in reverse?” She said, “Only on Tuesdays,” which somehow made it worse. They cheered like she’d solved an ancient prophecy, Then argued over who invented gravity. (Chorus) ’Cause Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged, They’ll braid your hair with starlight and a sprig of untrimmed tinge. They’ll challenge you to riddles that don’t have an end, Then congratulate you loudly for “playing pretend.” Oh, Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged — And the princess? She’s fully uncringed now. (Bridge) Now she’s waltzing with a fae who keeps changing height, And debating etiquette with a glowing ball of light. Someone hands her a contract written on a leaf, But it’s just a recipe for “mild emotional relief.” (Final Chorus) ’Cause Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged, But they love a mortal who refuses to flinch. Now they call her “Princess of the Peculiar Hour,” And she wears the title proudly like a mismatched flower. Oh, Seelie faeries are slightly unhinged — And the princess? She fits right in.