The orchard of oddities ft. Goxnadly Lyrics

A tiny elf by the name of Daedals

Even if though there was a lot of dew

He was playing flute while jumping through

The flowers petals

While trying to give it his best shot

A miracle place he sees

The one which everyone talked about a lot

The orchard of the oddities

A sight so wondrous he had seen

He feared that it was just a dream

In its midst there ensued a major brawl

With pixies, gremlins, fairies, imps and all

The poor Daedals with some embarrassment

Gazed in amazement

His face was frozen as a thin of frost

In awe and wonder, he was lost

Guess he lingered for a day or more

When he awoke, it was on a foreign shore

I'll never play my flute to my flowers again

And from his eyes there burst two showers

In this strange land

He met some strange creatures

The first of which was called Cubiculshamp

He must know! He made a bet

I am Daedals

And I come from the flower petals

I may look like a lout

But I'm searching for a quick way out

What's the rush, my friend?

The bottle's almost empty brother

Enjoy the moment till the end

And then we'll open yet another

It seemed Cubiculshamp wanted

Nothing more than to play and drink and have fun

With head bowed down

The elf went further

The wise Fatorsie looking smart

Was in the end nothing more than a big green fart

I am Daedals from the flower petals

Damn, I have no doubt!

I'm looking for a quick way out

Oh, what the heck

Jump on my back, Jack!

Though the Elf weighted less than a pound

Well you could imagine

They soon had to bend down and kiss the ground

Silly fool

Suddenly, Marcheval!

Standing!

A king without a crown

Was looking down at him

And frowned

He was wise

Yes, I already know all about you!

You are Daedals and you want a quick way out!

You have to cross that water and that's no lie

Then you will be out of the orchard

In the twinkle of an eye

Well after struggling with the waters

He finally reached that other shore

Oh, but the flute got rusty in the water

And he was afraid he would not play it anymore

Tired after all these troubles

He went to sleep and dreamed about

The time he was playing the flute in the flowers

When he wakes up, perhaps it will be the same

He had no doubt

After all it was just a dream