sweet little baby
what dou you dream
of fuzzy little clouds
or big giant streams
of pretty little flowers
under the tree tops
of a kangaroos that skips
and a eletphant that hops
do you dream of flying high
or swimming under the sea
there's no limit
of what you could be
would you dream of rainbows
and little pots of gold
or little toy trucks
and never growing old
do you dream of lions
and big tall giraffes
or little tiny bugs
a hyena who laugh
is there a place
that only you have seen
a place with inker bitter bots
and polka dot trees
sweet little baby
what could you dream
of a place far far away
only you could see
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