You persecute her, give her grief
Just because of your disbelief.
Have you considered she may feel
Despite her fancies, quite surreal?
Is it so wrong to believe
In that all others can't conceive?
In doctrines that aren't quite so rife?
That maybe there is more to life?
Who are you to say she's wrong
Just since she goes against the throng?
Perhaps if you understood her
Your prejudiced beliefs would blur.
Is it so wrong to believe
In that all others can't conceive?
In doctrines that aren't quite so rife?
That maybe there is more to life?
Let her be herself for once.
Stop labeling her as a dunce.
Give her a chance to prove herself.
Don't pin her to so low a shelf.
Is it so wrong to believe
In that all others can't conceive?
In doctrines that aren't quite so rife?
That maybe there is more to life?
She's more profound than you can know,
Gone places you'd not dare to go,
Fought alongside the Chosen One,
And yet at her you still poke fun.
And what would you say if we found
Her fantasies were really sound?
That nargles actually exist?
I doubt even then you'd desist.
Is it so wrong to believe
In that all others can't conceive?
In doctrines that aren't quite so rife?
That maybe there is more to life?