Oh, dearest land of Nod,
why must you tease me so?
Every night I see your gates,
but in to them I never go.
Oh, my dearest land of Nod,
they say your grass is green!
I've heard tales of your cerulean skies,
but they too, I have not seen.
Oh, the dearest land of Nod,
I yearn to eat your fruits.
My mates sashe through your fields of whey,
But I can never follow suit.
My heart aches for the terminal fate
that I should never bask in your light.
We could never be, you see,
for I am too in love with Night.
