And, most of all, I like to dream;
I fall asleep for that
And walk beside a singing stream,
A feather in my hat;

And talk about both Shakespeare’s weirds
And where the moon resides
With bits of boys with bits of beards,
Who’re keen on taking sides;

And build a house that’s upside down –
The cellar forms the roof –
And brush the crumbs off Nature’s gown
To keep it weatherproof.

Although I wake up, every day,
I’d gladly dream my life away.

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