Falotzing In Greebert

There is a place beyond the clouds, Greebert is its name; Fun in that place grows on trees And all of life's a game. The people there are always young, And no one ever dies; And time in Greebert seems to stop, Even though it flies. Anything is possible there, That land where Happy rules; A perfect, peaceful getaway For all us nutty fools. The trip is free from here to there, It isn't hard to find; Imagination's all you need, Cause Greebert's in your mind. So go falotzing any time You're always welcome there. The place where all your dreams come true And magic's in the air.