When I dream, its of melody in trance,
of angels in rat-suits with tails that dance.
When I dream, its of amity and peace,
of stout fishes with burly nephews and niece.
When I dream, its neither too hot nor too cold,
its of gay birds neither too chirpy nor too bold.
When I dream, its too blissful an expanse,
that’s when I realize its all just a trance.