If there's one thing I'd adore, it's to wrap myself in lore,
And with the Earth's plutonian shore, to be parted, evermore.
And to swing my tail with ease in the coming winter breeze,
And to fly up in the air like I just don't have a care,
And to swing upon a vine just to seek a valentine,
And see if the mighty myths are really true or make beliefs:
Fly upon Aladdin's rug, and put the world inside a jug,
Swing the jug so far and wide and turn misery on its side;
Oh, to swing upon a star and leave worries in a jar!
Look past mountains my own height,
And to see the blue delight,
And the star that's blazing bright!
Oh, Mighty Heavens! What a sight!
Breathe in mountain's morning dew with a wondrous "a-choo!"
Let the tables turn with ease, and bring misery to its knees.
Take a peanut-butter bread and spread jelly on instead.
Take the candy colored hills and flow champagnes in the rills.
Oh, to swing like lemon pie over fresh blueberry skies,
To be seen up oh so high, spreading miles across the sky --
Seeing little birds that soar o'er the night Atlantian shore
And the little birds that sing in a most familiar ring
And the fears to leave behind and atop Mount Rushmore find
All the things that man is blind to on the Earth!