I dreamt I was walking through almond blossom

With a world famous Buddhist God

And my footsteps lightened with every step

Until everything became very odd

I walked through the pages of an open book

came across a flying fox

careered across the raging stream

In a sagging cardboard box

then for a terrifying moment

I thought I going to be dead

As a wizened grizzly old fellow

Aimed a shotgun right at my head

But as I grew a little bolder

Oh how I laughed and laughed

It was just an old old scarecrow

How could I be so daft!

Further on there were some very happy sheep

Munching a veggie fiesta

After eating a whole market garden

They were desperate for a long siesta

After that sight I was greeted

By a cheerful and comfortable face

Papas a la pobre cooking

And a warm most hearty embrace

But too soon the pages closed on me

And I was awoken from my dream

with the smell of fresh squashed lemons

And an angry parakeet in the stream