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Take me to a land where music plays, where
The melodies change into wood dryads and satyrs,
Playing sounds of joy and freedom on silver flutes
And mahogany pan pipes.
Where the rabbit dances a trot with mister fox,
And sparrows hitch thrill rides on the backs
Of mighty hawks which swoop upon hard-working
Dwarves, stealing hats for their new nests.
Where trees sway in the breeze, smiling greetings
To every passing traveller and baby squirrels chase
The wild cat's kittens around the tree.
Take me to a land where children laugh and play
And the only loud sound is an angry cracker jack.
A land where the sun warms the bones and stirs the spirit
Where the rain arrives on time every day for afternoon
Refreshment, bathing all with a sprinkling shower.
Take me to a world where at evening time, wise owls
Call to all and at myriad gatherings of souls they
Tell tales of pain, death and destruction
Of another world where the creatures are not so fortunate. |
