If you are a dreamer,
Come in.
If you are a dreamer,
A wisher,
A liar,
A hoper,
A prayer,
A magic bean buyer.
If you're a pretender,
Come sit by my fire.
For we have some flax golden tails to spin.
Come in,
Come in.
Come in,
Come in.
Winkin' blinkin' a nod one night.
Sailed off in a wooden shoe.
Sailed on a river of crystal light into a sea of dew.
Where are you going and what do you wish,
The old moon asked the three.
We have come to fish for the herring fish that live in this beautiful sea.
Nets of silver and gold have we,
Said Winkin' Blinkin' a nod.
The old moon laughed and sang a song as they rocked in the wooden shoe.
And the wind that sped them all night long ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish that lived in the beautiful sea.
Now cast your nets wherever you wish,
Never afraid are we.
So cried the stars to the fishermen three,
Winkin' Blinkin' a nod.
All night long their nets they drew to the stars in the twinkling foam.
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe bringing the fishermen home.
It was all so pretty a sail it seemed as if it could not be.
And some folk thought it was a dream they dreamed of sailing that beautiful sea.
But I shall name you the fishermen three,
Winkin' Blinkin' a nod.
Winkin' and Blinkin' are two little eyes and nod is a little head.
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies is a wee one's trundle bed.
So shut your eyes while Mother sings of wonderful sights that be.
And you shall see the beautiful things as you rock in the misty sea.
Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,
Winkin' Blinkin' and a nod.
Twas thrilling and the slithy toes did gyre and gimble in the wave.
All mimsy were the borog rose and the mown rafts outgrape.
Beware the jabberwock,
My son,
The jaws that bite,
The claws that catch.
Beware the jab-jab-bird and shun the frumulus,
Bander's nudge.
He took his vorpal sword in hand.
Long time the manxum foe he sought.
So rested he by the tum-tum tree and stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwock with eyes aflame came whiffling through the tolgee wood and burbled as it came.
One,
Two,
One,
Two,
And through and through the vorpal plate went snicker-snack.
He left it dead and with its head he went,
Galumphing back.
And hast thou slain the jabberwock?
Come to my arms,
My beamish boy.
O fractious day,
Calloo,
Callay,
He chortled in his joy.
Twas thrilling and the slithy toes did gyre and gimble in the wave.
All mimsy were the borer groves and the mown-wrath outgrape.
Have you ever heard of the sugar plum tree?
Tis a marvel of great renown.
It blooms on the shore of the lollipop sea in the garden of Shaddai Town.
The fruit that it bears is so wondrously sweet as those who have tasted it say that good little children have only to eat of that fruit to be happy next day.
When you've got to the tree you would have a hard time to capture the fruit which I sing.
The tree is so tall that no person could climb to the boughs where the sugarplums swing.
But up in that tree sits a chocolate cat and a gingerbread dog prowls below.
And this is the way you can try to get at those sugarplums tempting you so.
You say but the word to that gingerbread dog and he barks with such terrible zest that the chocolate cat is at once oligog as her swelling proportions attest.
And the chocolate cat goes cavorting around from this leafy limb unto that.
And the sugarplums tumble of course to the ground,
A row for that chocolate cat.
There are marshmallows,
Gumdrops,
And peppermint canes with stripings of scarlet or gold.
And you carry away of the treasure that reigns as much as your apron can hold.
So come little child,
Cuddle closer to me in your dainty white nightcap and gown.
And I'll rock you away to that sugarplum tree in the garden of Shaddai Town.
There is a place where the sidewalk ends and before the street begins.
And there the grass grows soft and white.
And there the sun burns crimson bright.
And there the moonbird rests from his flight to cool in the peppermint wind.
Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black and the dark street winds and bends.
Pass to the pits where the asphalt flowers grow.
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
And watch where the chalk white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes,
We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go.
For the children they mark and the children they know.
The place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes,
We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
And we'll go where the chalk white arrows go to the place where the sidewalk ends.
Yes,
We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
Yes,
We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
Yes,
We'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow.
