[“A mischievous folk song sung by glowing, mouse-like forest creatures. Earthy drums, wooden percussion, soft mossy flutes, layered choral harmonies with echo effects. Lyrical vocals, childlike tone but clever in meaning. Magical ambience with nighttime swamp forest background.”] [(Verse 1)] Tallfolk stomp and tallfolk shout, Trudge through caves with maps all out, But they never see the glowing cracks, And they never look down—so we take their snacks! [(Chorus)] We nibble what’s sweet, and we never get caught, Hide in the moss, behind a thought, Whiskers twitch and tails all curl— We own the tunnels, not their world! [(Verse 2)] Crunch of boots and squeaky gear, Tells us when the snacks are near. Oh bless their hearts, so full, so proud— But they drop their food when they talk too loud! [(Bridge)] Don’t bite their boots (unless they kick), Don’t squeak out loud (unless you’re quick), If you get caught—just blink and cry, And steal their pie while you say goodbye! [(Chorus — repeat)] We nibble what’s sweet, and we never get caught, Hide in the moss, behind a thought, Whiskers twitch and tails all curl— We own the tunnels, not their world! [(Outro — whispered)] So tiptoe close, and make no tracks… They never look down… They never look down… So we take their snacks.
