The faeries are dancing to the tunes of the bluebells.
Not knowing anything.
What happens in the forest?
They don't know.
Who is the little kid?
They don't know.
What happened here three hours ago?
They don't know.
Who would do such a bad thing as murder?
They don't know.
Just living their peaceful lives.
Not knowing any ting.
Not knowing what comes.
Not knowing that they might be dead in a second.
Just dancing to the bluebells tune.
Not knowing anything.
