Sweet Dreams

Is it the jumping bean inside me that makes me full of bounce.

When I leap around the kitchen to chase a sugar mouse.

Or the flying saucer on my head which makes me spin and spin.

I get rather dizzy like a shaken can of fizzy where the bubbles are so busy they burst right out the tin.

Is it the popping candy in my boots that makes me leap so high.

When I bounce around the garden to catch an apple pie.

Or the wagon wheel on my back which makes me turn and turn.

I get rather dizzy like a shaken can of fizzy where the bubbles are so busy they burst right out the tin.

Is it my candy floss hair that makes me light as air.

When I drift around the woods to hunt a gummy bear.

Or the liquorice all sorts feeling that makes me whirl and whirl.

I get rather dizzy like a shaken can of fizzy where the bubbles are so busy they burst right out the tin. 

Sending me all giddy l spin in a tizzy the world becomes fuzzy and I wake from my dream.