She said, "Catch me if you can. 
You better plan, Gentlemen." 
So The Story Goes: 
Robin Hood stole the magic seeds from a Sherwood Dignitary 
Set 'em afloat on a Merchant's Boat, set sail for Johnny Appleseed 
Johnny planted the magic seeds. 
Botany, POOF!: Magic Trees 
Paul Bunyan said, "This will fetch me bread..." 
He sold the wood to a violin maker. 
The Legend breathes... 
Shaped from the wood sprung a violin 
It satisfied the maker 
Toe-tapped a rhythm, touched bow to string 
His soul earthquakes, the Sirens sing 
"My heart can rest, I've made the best. 
No match to play, no greater love I'll know" 
Hid the 'lin, smashed his tools and grinned 
And died a happy old man 
The Legend grows... 
What works for me, may not work for you 
That which often gets passed down 
Often gets misconstrued 
Expectation...Imagination, surely can chase the goose around 
Don't look for that which others have... 
You can't find what won't be found. 
Enter the Jester De Romancipation Persuasion 
(the fool...) 
Escaped from the King... 
This myth, he longed to pull these magic heartstrings 
He bought up every violin on the country, mountain, ocean-side 
"To play the one of Legend Lore, 
I'll lead a true love to my door!" 
The Legend thrives... 
For Your Violin...For Your Violin 
Jaded Jester spent his life chasing down 
that which could not be found 
He hung 3,000 violins from the rafter beams by their rusty strings 
Penniless and paupered, bug-eyed crazed and gummy-grinned 
Conducted with a bow, his orchestra: 
This Symphony of Myth that did him in... 
For Your Violin...For Your Violin... 

...Hood, Appleseed, Bunyan...Hey, Violin Maker... 
Figments of Imagination 
...Tell Pied Piper to lead away 
These myths in time that helped him pine 
For Your Violin...For Your Violin