Noo. I can’t, the Gnome King’s bound me.
I should have died down here if you’d not found me.
Doo. What’s to be done? (Trunk of tree opens, and discovers the Fairy of the Forest.)
Fairy. Sprinkle him thrice, sprinkle him thrice,
With the water that trickles
And trickles and trickles
Down from the mountain
Here to the fountain.
Sprinkle and say,
One, two, three and away,