Look down my child,
At this world below.
It's made for you,
A toy, a home.

I've filled it with colour,
With joys and grimes.
With curious creatures,
And weather alike.

It's vast and deep,
And it's even got sheep.
Though I'm not fond of the name,
It sounds kind of lame.

So I'll give you choice,
And plenty of noise.
Free will and likes,
To help you do right.

Don't fret my child,
For you wouldn't be alone.
I'll make you more,
With more of you.

And just for the flavour,
I'll even give you colour.
But all of them,
Would be all of you.
Not one different,
Except just in hue.

Now sleep my child,
And dream of pretty things.
Like Beatles and Music,
And all that you'll build.

And when you awaken,
You'll feel kind of lone.
But remember you're everywhere,
And here you'll always find a home.