[bad word] away to join the fairies
This mortal world has lost its charms
I'll be a flower for their garden
Never to hold you in my arms

They will enchance me and enslave me
And make of me their fool for fun
Upon my head they'll place an [bad word] head
More or less as you've always done

I loved you like I was your baby
Although you couldn't even fly
And though you held no eldritch secrets
All too enthralled to you was I

In yonder forest grows a toadstool
To make the mind of man grow small
They will mistake me for their changeling
I wasn't human after all