Tim the Pixie Boy Tim’s a gay pixie boy with glitter wings,
Flutters weird through the woods, does his own thing.
No one wants to hang, they all fly away,
Calls him strange, leaves him dancing solo every day. He poops on rocks by the crystal stream,
Drops it proud like a fairy dream.
Smooth stones his toilet, moss his throne,
Laughs out loud when he’s all alone. Digs in his butt with a happy grin,
Fingers deep, lets the weirdness win.
Twirls and spins in the morning dew,
Butt explorer, that’s his favorite view. Chorus:
Timmy Tim, pixie so gay,
Weird little sprite, no friends today.
Poopin’ on rocks, diggin’ his hole,
Lives his life without control. He loves the sparkle, loves the lace,
Kisses boys in a secret place.
But they run off when he starts to speak,
About his rocks and his butt technique. At night he glows under moonlight beams,
Digs deeper, fulfills his dreams.
No invitations to fairy balls,
Just him, his wings, and muddy calls. He sings to squirrels, they scatter fast,
His oddness makes the whole glade gasp.
Yet Tim don’t care, he’s free as air,
Poopin’, diggin’, without a care. Chorus:
Timmy Tim, pixie so gay,
Weird little sprite, no friends today.
Poopin’ on rocks, diggin’ his hole,
Lives his life without control. Bridge:
Wings flap wild, butt cheeks spread,
He’s the strangest pixie, full speed ahead.
No one joins him, that’s just fine,
Tim’s happy in his butt-diggin’ mind. Final verse:
So if you see a glowing trail of dust,
It’s Tim the boy who never adjusted.
Gay and weird, rock-pooper supreme,
Diggin’ his butt in every dream.