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A Misummer's Night Dream
Once upon a midsummer’s night, I dreamed a dream of horses white, of Billy goats and little fishes- of dogs and cats and childhood wishes. I dreamed of a dragon living by the sea, and of the child I used to be- of carrousel music and brass rings- hard rock candy and cabbages and kings. I dreamed a dream in black and white, of a fire breathing monster and a gallant knight, of sailing ships and an oaken tub- of black birds singing and a rub-a-dub-dub. I dreamed of candlesticks and cockleshells, of little lost sheep and silver bells- of turtle doves and diamond rings- sealing wax and old kite strings. I dreamed a dream of what not to eat- green eggs and ham and pickled crows feet- of someone named Spock and a mother goose, of a nutty squirrel and a stupid bull moose. I dreamed of a pie-man on the way to the fair and of a poor doggie whose cupboard was bare- of a crooked man and a crooked mile- a crooked fence and a crooked pig stile. I dreamed a dream of a merry old sole- his fiddlers three and eggs of gold- of spinning wheels and long silken hair- of sleeping beauties and maidens fair. I dreamed of cinders and slippers of glass- of mice and pumpkins and knobs of brass- of a golden harp that really sings and of clocks and hats and other strange things.
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