In the land of Piesiclon, I went on a hunt to find some wild flowers, I fond a pink and black daisy, A  a sunny yellow rose and a dull grey lily flower.

In the land of Piesiclon, I heard a growl of a goblin trying to find some food.

In the land of Piesiclon, I watched a a trail of fairy dust scatter of in to the whirly woods

In the land of Piesiclon, I saw some fairy’s dancing in the pale blue sky on the white fluffy clouds.

In the land of Piesiclone, I felt so majestically like a girl dancing on the moon.