"Let me tell you about a magical land,
Buried a long time ago by the sands,
Where night owls
Eerily howl,
Where evergreens glow,
And mountains grow,
Where the newborns are old,
And the old won't listen to what they are told,
Where it rains upside down,
And the thunder makes hardly a sound,
Where they celebrate strife,
And cry at new life,
Where fish jumped in nets,
And the pious made bets,
Where foxes had wings,
And bears talking was a thing,
Where the flowers grew on clouds,
And the people lived in purple mounds,
Yes, this was in a land long ago,
Only remembered by the crows."