Ahhh, now we’re talking. A Fae song that’s 50% whimsy, 50% war cry, 100% chaotic neutral glitterbomb energy? Let’s conjure it. Title: “Pixie Pranks and Hexie Pants” (Subtitled: “You Shouldn’t Have Messed with the Forest”) --- 🎵 [Verse 1] We come in giggles, glimmers, and glade, Wings all aglow and revenge freshly made. We warned you once with mushrooms and mist, But now we’re here with a bucket list. You chopped our trees? You bulldozed our creek? Get ready, sweet cheeks — we’re full-on Fae freak. Your car won’t start, your phone won’t charge, And your dreams tonight? Extra-large. --- [Chorus] 🎶 Oh we’re the Fae, and we don’t play, We'll steal your socks and hex your latte! Dance in the moonlight, sting like a bee, This fairy war ain’t sugar and tea! Buttons undone, your pants fall down, You’ll lose your Wi-Fi all over town. We prance, we chant, we wild and free — Don’t ever screw with a maple tree! 🎶 --- [Verse 2] Your passwords change, your fridge gets warm, Your printer jams in perfect form. You wake up late, your boss is mad — You shouldn’t’ve ticked off dear Mossy Chad. (He’s the Fae with antlers and no chill.) We ride on foxes, cats, and breeze, Put goblin glitter in your peas. And if you think we’re just for play — You’ll learn respect the hard Fae way. --- [Chorus] 🎶 Yeah we’re the Fae, and we don’t pray, We shimmy with thunder and dance with the fey. One acorn curse, one gnome with a grin — And your Roomba’s now possessed by sin! We tickle, we tango, we teleport shoes — We’re high on starlight and forest news. So mind your thoughts and leave no trace, Or we’ll decorate your serious face. 🎶 --- [Bridge: Whispered with Mischief] Pixie dust in Parliament. Mushrooms in your monument. Ladybugs on secret files… We’ve been watching all the whiles. --- [Final Chorus] 🎶 We’re the Fae, the trickster tribe, The glitter hit squad with sylvan vibe. You can’t outrun a spell well-placed, Especially not with honey-laced paste. So raise a toast to the forest’s rage, To the laughing wrath of the Fae backstage. We’ve danced, we’ve sung, and now we flee — Until next prank. Signed, mischievously… Us. 🎶
