Lumpy, yes, Lumpystilskin,
will you sing and dance tonight?
Would you like to continue to
sing about lumps in the woods.
But the woods, they have none.
No lumps that I can see now.
That tree doctor did his job.

I know you thought those trees
were lumpy. That's why he was called.
But that tree doctor
he healed them. Yes, he healed all the lumps.
Those trees they aren't lumpy.
We don't need to burn the trees.
Birds and bugs live in the trees.

Lumpy, yes, Lumpystilskin,
I really like all of your lumps.
Lumpy Lumpystilskin,
you have such very fine lump lumps.
Lumpy, lumpy lump lumps.
I would like to see some truth about
your magic lumpy lumps.


I think it is folklore keeping
your lumpy lumpy lumps.
I would like to tell you something
true about your fae lumps.
I don't think they exist.
They are just your perception
of how you go about town.

Lumpy, oh, Lumpystilskin,
please don't cry abut your lumps.
Dear, sweet Lumpystilskin,
we all still love your fae lump lumps.
Even if they're mostly,
yes, even if they're mostly
or truly just in your mind.