12 September 2012
Once upon a time in the Land Of Nod Lived a sleepy old fellah Who went by the name of Rod
His job was very simple And he did it rather well He sprinkled every person With a little sleepy dusting of stars and of starlight To twinkle all night long
For in that Special place Where dream weavers Spin their yarns Magic is woven like a carpet To make your dreams come true
So think what would give you pleasure How you want life to unfold And weave a special treasure Yours to have and hold
The Land Of Nod • Opuss № I