There is a magic land

with white washed huts

and buttered bread,

and water winding

through the town,

with candy shores

as sparkling sand.

At night,

when children go to bed,

the fairies kiss them

on the head,

and when they wake

come early morn,

mothers give them

cocoa warm.

The skies are blue

from dawn to dusk,

and clouds float Angels

riding on,

to guide and show

a positive view.

Along the way,

the children know,

when time is up,

the way to go,

toward the world,

shining bright,

coming back

when dusk does fall,

to light the night.

Bringing peace and calm

to those,

who set them on

the yellow road

leading back to home sweet home.