dream land

Climb up on the chair beside me

And a tale to you I’ll tell

Of a happy land where friends call

With nothing they must sell

Where cars are very few

And there is no traffic jam

Most of the people happily travel

On buses train and tram

.

Children spend most days at school

And teachers love to teach

You find it’s just the clergy

Not politicians that preach

The police walk the beat alone

Keeping an eye on crime

Willing to show you the way

And telling you the time

.

The mail has your name on it

When coming through the door

If you have a debt to pay

The banks don’t offer more

Doors are always open

There is nothing there to hide

You can go to the city streets

And need not park and ride

.

Children have a mum at home

Grandparents live quite near

Aliens came from outer space

Not good people that you fear

Manufactures make spare parts

Machines are made to last

In this foreign country

The old folks call the past