Lexicon

(Verse 1) In the labyrinth of language, where whispers reside, Strange words linger, in the depths they hide. Like "petrichor," the scent of rain on dry ground, Or "effervescent," bubbles that joyously bound. (Chorus) Whispers of the lexicon, secrets untold, Strange words we cherish, in stories they unfold. (Verse 2) "Serendipity," a fortunate discovery by chance, Or "ephemeral," fleeting moments we enhance. "Quixotic," chasing dreams that seem unattainable, Or "limerence," love's initial spark, undeniable. (Chorus) Whispers of the lexicon, secrets untold, Strange words we cherish, in stories they unfold. (Bridge) In the vastness of vocabulary, wonders abound, Each word a treasure, waiting to be found. Though rare they may be, their value is clear, In the tapestry of language, they hold dear. (Verse 3) "Vellichor," the nostalgia evoked by old books, Or "callipygian," with buttocks that draw looks. "Cellar door," said to be the most beautiful phrase, In the symphony of words, each one amazes. tapestry of language, they hold dear. (Chorus) Whispers of the lexicon, secrets untold, Strange words we cherish, in stories they unfold. (Outro) Let us breathe life into these words arcane, For they hold tales, both joyous and arcane. In their resurrection, let them shine bright, For in the lexicon's embrace, they find their right.