One summer noon in a vast and breezing forest 

I was wearied from wandering and had a rest 

And slide into a slumber, it sounded so soothing 

Reclining there a most curious dream 

I dreamt settling in the forest 

At the core all about fairyland 

And I would be just as little as I would like to be 

Awakening I looked up high 

Clearly toward the trees-pitched sky 

While the squirrels squeaking around the bench 

Where I dreamed a good dream