In those fluffy white forests I would gladly dwell.
Those islands between cerulean lakes would suit me well.
To ride those white horses sounds like real good fun.
Looked upon, kindly of course, by the grey-bearded One.
That golden honey-well would taste so sweet.
And provide me with the necessary heat.
No longer cold and wet and down and out,
I would grow strong and brave and really stout!
A lone eagle could come by and say hello.
And would drive away any unwelcome foe.
An angel’s choir to sing me a lullaby.
Up there: nice and safe and warm and dry!
And those who left me all alone so long ago
would come a-visiting and say: “Hey ho!”
With loving family and friends everywhere.
Ah, folks, I’m off, I’m gone, I’m over there!