There is a Queen of Dreamland.
She's strange, so be prepared!
It's an odd world she lives in,
black snow hangs in the air
We ain't ever getting older
Is what the folk say there...
They have photo albums
Perched upon the stairs
Sunglasses for the moonlit stars...
They can't stand the glare!
They love wine colored curtains
So just be aware!

Yes, they wear the sunglasses
because they hate the dark.
They'll run into a
tree's marble trunk
While walking in the park!

The Queen herself is rather plain.
Much like a sparrow bird.
Wearing brownish sackcloth,
I know that sounds absurd!
She has skin that's red from the chafing
But she never says a word.
Her portrait is a painting,
From it her song is heard!

There's shouting from deserted crowds
A snowflake in her eye
There's air within the oceans
And water in the sky.

So while you're in your consciousness
Be sure to meet the Queen
Be dazzled by her beauty
For it is her greatest dream!