Let me take you on a journey,
Please extend your little hand.
Together we will slip gently
Into the maybe wonderland.
Music of the mind, meld lovely
Scenes of films, dressed in dust suits.
All along they were hidden away
They freshen up with your memory soaps.
Here the land of inkwells, no computers,
Nor biros in this land. Here we fly
With pirates and boy catchers,
Locked in battles, we pass them by.
Through the window, without a broom
Here is your next adventure to tell,
You saw it, yes the little Jay
On the ledge of your old bedroom.