<poem>
Chrysta: Growing up on the Fairy Isle
They so you're supposed to flit around all day and smile
But they were tougher games I wanted to play
And that's not the fairy way
They told me that wasn't way
Fitting in with the fairy crowd
I tried to join picnic up upon a pink cloud
They didn't like the way I crashed their buffet
You've got to have the right stuff
Fairies: Hey, that's not the fairy way
No Chrysta, that isn't the way
Chrysta: And then the pixie test
With all the rest
I had hoped at last to bond
But I messed up with frond
So I flunked and missed out on my wand
Sofia: It's not that hard to flit with a grin
Now that you've got a good friend
Here to help you fit in
So follow me just like you're dancing ballet
Chrysta, that's the fairy way
Chrysta: Sofia, you showed me the way
Sofia: So starting from today
Oh Chrysta, you found the fairy way
Chrysta: Hey! I guess they'll have to say
Sofia: They'll have to say
Chrysta: I found it
Sofia: You found the fairy way
Chrysta: I found the fairy way
Sofia: The fairy way
The fairy way
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