Come away to the land that lies,
Deep beneath the forest of ties,
Careful there and watch your step,
Anytime you'll fall under spell.
Food pile up on plates so big,
Humans gobble them up like treats,
What they know is it's all free,
What cost them is not all free.
Pigs they turn into, yes they will,
If one took the food that twrill,
In the hands of a spirit,
Bacons and meat, or end up as spit.
Yubaba's watchbird flies up high,
In the nightsky, Dragons ride,
Sparring Sen the fate of doom,
Bringing her to friends and room.