Wild dances in the moonlight by beautiful young Witches,
Red sleeping dragons, and rooms with no switches,
Loose fitting clothing, and red braided string,
These are a few of my favorite things,

Smoke consumed spaces and free standing fire,
Visions and faces that speak my desire,
Hanging pressed flowers, and daggers that sing,
These are a few of my favorite things,

When the stake burns,
When the lions bite,
When I'm feeling bad,

I simply remember my favorite things,
And then I don't feel so bad.