Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
a tale of a fated trip,
That started out in Central Park
aboard a tiny ship.
Elisa, Goliath and Bronx were there,
with Tom to be their guide,
And they set off (apparently)
for the lake's other side.
The lake's other side.

The mist it started getting thick,
the Guardian spoke a spell;
They had no idea they'd be gone so long,
but that was just as well.
That was just as well.

And when they came ashore they found themselves upon a mystic isle,
With Katherine, the Magus too,
The Guardian, and the Eggs,
"We're glad you're here, for war is near,
War on Oberon's Isle!"

End theme:
Elisa woke the sleeping King,
the Magus fought the fay,
Goliath took the Archmage down,
and so we won the day.
The Archmage is defeated now,
the Sisters bound in chains,
King Arthur's gone to see the world,
And just one boat remains.

No oars, no sail, no rudder, for
it's steered by Destiny:
It doesn't take you where you want to go,
but where you need to be.
So join us on the skiff, my friends,
And travel for a while,
Around the world and back again,
Back to Oberon's Isle!

Back to the Gargoyles filk
Back to Toontown