In that wonderful land of make believe,
Where fairies danced beneath the trees,
Those snow capped mountains,
That stretched for miles,
Where children played with beaming smiles,
There were polar bears,
That the children loved,
To ride upon to the mountains above,
And look down at that wonderful place,
With rosy cheeks they sang with grace,
Those melodies from days of old,
Reflecting on stories that they'd been told.
In that wonderful land of make believe,
Butterflies flew in the morning breeze,
Bringing love,
Much joy and peace,
To that wonderful place,
Where beauty could never cease.
Jayne Louise Davies
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