| By B. F. O’Connor Sleep my child and soon you will see A place where candy will grow on a tree The place the unicorn calls its home And many other strange animals roam Close your eyes and lay down your head So the angels can come to guard your bed And the horse with a horn will give you a ride To the place they call the candy abide Close your sleepy eyes and dream, dream, dream And take a long ride by the soda pop stream Where licorice trees grow in groves And the bread is made into teddy bear loaves The grass is yellow, blue, green, and red Where only the children are allowed to tread So close your eyes and be off to sleep For your ride is waiting and it won’t keep I remember the place from years gone by Where marshmallow clouds grow in the sky And the rivers are lined with chocolate banks The fences are made of graham cracker planks But I have grown and can go no more It now is your turn to go and explore And find the tin soldiers who march in a row So be quick and hurry before you too grow Copyright © 2022 B. F. O’Connor |
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