A.N. : If Jareth's song did not make you laugh, Sarah's is going to leave you in stitches. Credit for this song goes 95-percent to Kore-of-Myth and sylphxpression beacause all I could think up were two lousy stanzas.

Wishing, wishing, that's all I do

I wish for a way to get back to you!

Back to the land of smelly bogs-

Do you mind if I bring my old sheepdog?

For Jareth, let me sing with my heart and soul

I do love you, I will 'till the bell tolls

No matter those silly words I said,

It's you I want in my home and in my bed.

With light blond hair and two-toned eyes (X)

I shall not, cannot drive you from my mind

And if I could, I'd loose the peace

That lately I have tried so very hard to find.

Life without your glitter...

Is a life without reason

It's you that makes my heart go a-pitter

Not loving you would be treason

For I now claim to be your loyal and humble slave

You can be my master, until the ends of days

My ruler, until I reach the grave

Or even my god, and to you I'll worship or pray

At night I always watch the moon,

Waiting for a sign from you,

If I found a feather I might swoon,

And shake off grim thoughts so blue!

I pray you never leave my side

I shall fear you, love you, do as you say.

By your rules forever I shall abide

Just to live with you another day.

Dreams of yestereve

Continue to haunt my sleep

Why is thinking of you now a peeve

And why don't you utter even a peep?

My sleep is threaded by dreams,

Of wandering between walls,

Where nothing is what it seems,

And crystals play host to balls.

And goblin glitter gleams,

Where oubliettes make for falls.

When will you come?

And take me away?

To the land of goblins dumb?

My mind is on the fray

My shrink says I'm too young

To dream of worlds and men

That can't exist, of notes that haven't rung

Of tights and peaches and even then

Collapsing in a fantasy

Jareth, I've been listed as crazy

Why, oh why won't you come and save me?

Life holds only despair,

So much that I'd rather be in the Bog,

When I only have memories of those tights you wear.

And of all my beaus, I'd rather kiss a dog,

Because none of them have your flair.

Without you, I'll die and never snog!


(X)Yes, his eyes really are different colors. You just have to look hard to see it.