On wizard planet the wizards are indigenous
They feed on berries and watch out for the hungry Gandalf
Gandalf
Gandalf
Gandalf
Casting spells in the shade of a potion tree
Protecting eggs hidden underneath the shrubbery
Watching wizard cubs fashion their very first wands by the pond
On wizard planet the wizards at the watering hole
Bathe their babies and watch out for the savage Merlin
Merlin
Merlin
Merlin
Casting spells in the shade of a potion tree
Protecting eggs hidden underneath the shrubbery
Attracting mates with their beards and their pointy hats on the flats
Well now, you know I am a lover of nature:
All of the good and ugly therein
But even I have to turn away sometimes,
Lest all the violence get under my skin
Like when the Manannan flies down and
Sinks his claws into a wizard nest, oh!
I close my eyes, and I hold tight, well
It's hard to watch all the little Harry Potters die on wizard planet