I hate when they dont understand
That I'm off to my faraway land
That I'm talking to the beanstalk's giant
That I've heard the pied piper's talent
They dont know that I kept visiting the fairies
I have touched the scissors that's Tod Sweeney's
I have run a comb through Rapuzel's hair
I Have joined the white rabbit in his rabbit fares
When I daydream it's not my fault
Blame it on the fairy folks
They do call me every minute
They tell me to go to the other planet
Where everything is alright as a dream
Where everything is not what it sems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem