Come to the papillon ball,
And dance in the moonlit hall,
Under the trees,
With the birds and the bees,
With the fées for toi to enthral.

They'll cast down their light from the skies,
It will sparkle and dazzle your eyes,
You'll see them all there,
Afloat in the air,
With their magic that none can deny.

Sit in the magic light circle,
Upon soft petals of purple,
Twirl in the breeze,
Drink honeydew mead,
Upon the back of a turtle.

The Pixies and elves will be there,
They'll run round your toes without care,
They'll sing and they'll dance,
In a midsummer's trance,
And each will have mischief to share.

So come to the papillon ball,
Just follow the great waterfall,
par the rainbows end,
Were the silver brook bends,
Where the nightingale sings out her call.