As a Fyeling Is Stout

A walk through the woods I went on the trails I stumbled on a cliff Where I might’ve fell. But only Fyeling As stout as they come Reached out and grabbed me Now my life goes on. As stout as a Fyeling I must tarry on Safely through the forest My gift is this song. I sing for the Fyelings, This happy little song So they may know all Of the good they have done. On anther dark day A storm raged on The trees they all trembled And branches they plunged If it weren’t for a path Of paw prints that led Me right back to home I would have been dead As stout as a Fyeling I must tarry on Safely through the forest My gift is this song. I sing for the Fyelings, This happy little song So they may know all Of the good they have done. On another fine day I sat by the trails And listened to the songs Of the birds speaking there Not long a Fyeling Joined me there And together we sat In the forest so fare As stout as a Fyeling I must tarry on Safely through the forest My gift is this song. I sing for the Fyelings, This happy little song So they may know all Of the good they have done. My mother she told me Of the Fyelings out there Living in the forests Dancing without care Such happy little creatures Bring smiles to our face Should serve as a reminder To brighten our days.