In the
Land of Beyond the Beyond,
Where everything lives in a great big pond,
Your hairs wet all the time, I'm afraid,
And the waters not water but pink lemonade,
All the vehicles are pulled by sea horse,
Past buildings all made from white candy floss,
They don't use paper money,
But hard squares of honey,
And all clothes are made drip dry,
Though no one knows why,
Because they don't leave the pond,
In that land of beyond the beyond.