Spoutwood, here we come
And it's been a long wait
Going through the months of rain, ice, and snow
But the time is here
The time is now
So, my friends
C'mon, and let's go
Spoutwood, here we come
He's got his staff
She's got her flowers
He's got his magic crystal ball
She's got her belly dance skirt
He's got his magic wand
She's got her magic spells
He's got his dragon
She's got her magic hula hoop
Spoutwood, here we come
And not just me and my friends
But hundreds and thousands will descend
We can douse ourselves in glitter and fairydust
We can dance until we pass out
We can run around for what may seem like eternity
We can leave the real world behind
Forgetting if we're working or unemployed
Forgetting about bills
Forgetting about taxes
Just the joy of being ourselves
It's a feeling we'll never get rid of or toss away
Spoutwood, here we come
I hope you'll be waiting for us
For the fun has yet to begin
And we've only just begun
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