The morning
Here on my marshmallow cloud
The dustman brings the real world round
As knights and damsels,they race of and
Taking with the talking clock ,the flying horse turns tail and flys the monsters turn to dust and rice ,the strangers leave my candy house which once was owned by mister mouse, the storm troopers,they slowly leave followed by a man who\'s green,my sword is hidden in a parcel after saving someone\'s castle ,yes it was a busy night
And now I have the morning light ,the dustman\'s noise is fading now ,a neighbours dog begins to howl .
So up I get and wash my
Face and head of to my office space.