When I was yet a tiny kid
I cried and yelled and threw tantrums
And to close this noise lid
A story was told me by my mum to keep me mums
A devil can hear me mourn
He is a blood thirsty entity
And is called the Mormo and children he did adorn
With his evil and cruel mystery
He will come, said my mother
He will take you to his land
And keep you there forever
Make you give him, in his evil deeds, a hand!
Since then, every day and every night,
I became a little fairy with a sweet tooth
And held always a smile so bright
Such is as at date a living truth!