Halfing- Whimleaf

[Intro – Gathering the Whimleaf] We pluck it fresh at dawn’s first yawn,Where dew still clings to grasses drawn.Fluff like clouds and stem like thread,We dry it slow in garden sheds.Then pack the bowls with tender care—A single spark, and you're not quite there. [Verse 1] Old Aunt Bess took a little drag,Then tried to ride a broomstick flag.She spun in circles, laughed out loud,And waved at every passing cloud. [Chorus] Oh, Whimleaf nights, so soft, so strange,Where garden gnomes might rearrange.You’ll drift like dandelion seeds,And talk philosophy with weeds. [Verse 2] Young Tom Finn climbed in a drawer,Declared himself the "kitchen’s core."He held a trial for the jam,Then freed the pickles—bless the clan. [Chorus] Oh, Whimleaf nights, when stars feel near,And teapots whisper in your ear.You’ll float atop a pie-tin boat,And write a sonnet to a goat. [Verse 3] Little Dodd Moss, with a wink and a grin, Thought he’d turn into a squirrel for a spin. He scurried ‘round, dodging trees, Then tripped on a rock and scraped his knees. [Bridge] So pass the pipe and raise a cheer,For every leaf that’s puffed in here.We laugh, we fall, we rise again,And start the tale where it begins. [Final Chorus] We’ll pass the bowl, a smile to share,Whimleaf’s the joy that fills the air.From hand to hand, we spread the light,In Whimleaf nights, we all take flight!