Dream Weaver

A river of dreams
That constantly teems
With all the things
Your fantasies bring

Follow me down
To Miracle Town
I'll show you around
Before you're knocked to the ground

Looky here, now there
What do you see?
The stuff dreams are made of
Pure fantasy

We harvest it straight
From heads that we bait
With pillows so soft
You hit then you're off

Writhe under my spell
While your dreams compel
The naughty and nice
The sugar and spice

Sweet little drops
Of fantasm so lush
An echoing plop!
You feel the rush

Shimmy down with me
I'll show you a place
So riddled in wonder
You'll forget disgrace