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.
Copyright © Jason Klaiber | Year Posted 2005
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