In a land blocky-bright, under pixel-filled skies,
With sheep woolly-soft, looms vivid with dyes,
Banners to flutter, colors bold, wild and true,
Each whisper a weaving, just waiting for you.
A stripe here, a dot there, a zig-zaggy line,
Craft patterns so wild, they’ll sparkle and shine.
With wool from regal sheep, so fluffy and grand,
Spin tales full of whimsy, across our homeland.
Whimsical whispers of weaving,
Colors and dreams interleaving.
Patterns and magic believing,
Whimsical whispers of weaving.
Loom in the corner, wool stacked up high,
Every banner tells stories that fly.
Green like the creepers, blue like the seas,
Or red as the sunset, weaving dreams with ease.
You could weave mountains or weave stars in bloom,
Bright golden apples beneath silver moons.
Blocks of enchantment, adventures untold,
Every new banner worth far more than gold.
Whimsical whispers of weaving,
Colors and dreams interleaving.
Patterns and magic believing,
Whimsical whispers of weaving.
Stripes that go upward, shapes that run down,
A loom full of smiles, never one frown.
Weaving and dreaming, your stories unfold,
In banners fantastic, so brave and so bold.
So whisper your wonders and weave with delight,
Let woolly creations shine day and night.
With colors aplenty, oh the things you will do,
Legend whispers, weaving magic anew.
Whimsical whispers of weaving,
Colors and dreams interleaving.
Patterns and magic believing,
Whimsical whispers of weaving.