Off you go to the land of nod,
Where a purple butter bean dances with an elegant Cod
And the moon sings songs about bananas that whistle
And the stars praise the bumble bee nestled on a thistle.
Night’s sweet mysteries wrap you in their deep, dark velvet covers
The squirrels are knitting tails and
Owls eyes search and discover
Tiny little mouses singing in their houses
And green speckled frogs swimming in bubbling bogs
And fruit bats swooping through the sky
Collecting fruit for a blueberry pie.
So off you go to the land of nod
Where a purple butter bean dances with an elegant cod.
