When night falls my bed is an air balloon. I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleepingand flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass.
When night falls my bed is an air balloon. I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleepi...
