VERSE ONE
In a forest dark and dreary stands a castle of brick and stone
And within the Wizard and his Ogres plan their wicked chores
In the town the people hide to save their meager, little lives
For they fear the mighty Wizard and his Ogres rough and dry
CHORUS
Run, oh run, you little people The Wizard's band arrive
Run, oh run, you little people The Ogres do arrive
REFRAIN
"There is little you can do
But not unlike the bird that flew
You can do it, you can try
Or the Wizard says you die"
VERSE TWO
Down the pass from mountain high through the forest, battle cries
Ogres, Ogres everywhere the stench of war hangs in the air
The people flee, the children hide none to stand, to fight, to die
The Wizard's strength is much indeed, the people know his word to heed.