For years and years I've spelled and chanted, to work a curse or charm.
That I could spell, you took for granted. I felt this did no harm.
But burdened by a guilt, unruly, I now must undertake
To tell you all that I am truly, a charlatan, a fake.
 
All:

This sorcerer's been long respected but now he's on the wane.
His mind is strangely disconnected. I fear he's gone insane!
 
Squirrel:

Please understand, I'm not demented. I've never cast a spell.
But now it's time that I've repented, confessing all as well.
In short, all nature's great sensations, the wonders that I claim,
If I forgot my incantations, they'd all go on the same.
 
All:

I'm taken back by what he's saying. I can't believe my ears.
For nature's charms, he's done the braying and done so all these years.
 
Squirrel:

So, over-pow'red by guilty feelings, I've told the truth for once.
In supernatural crafts and dealings, I am the meanest dunce.
I never more will fake my chanting. I'm pull my weight as all.
I hope my pardon, you'll be granting and answer to my call.
 
All: