Dearest child, come here, come near,
whisper your secrets into my waiting ear,
I'll stay right here until you're through,
even then, I'll remain with you;

Into the night where monsters play,
it's alright, we were born this way,
destined to be misunderstood,
destined to wander deep in the wood;

Running and striding past trees of green,
where problems are forgotten and we're not seen,
though that's okay, we rarely are,
disappearing is how we've come so far;

So come with me, to fantasy,
to a place where all is meant to be,
where birds sing and flowers smell sweet,
to journey together is such a lovely treat.