Niddle Niddle Land

In Niddle Niddle Land You can only enter Through the one way door Right at the very centre. There is always food a plenty From the Niddle Niddle Tree With crusted Claret in buckets Served every day from three. And the men of Niddle Niddle Land All have round and smiley faces And in just in case of emergency All wear both belt and braces. And their women are all beautiful Just dressed in flowing dresses Made from Niddle Niddle leaves, Also woven through their tresses. Every night as sunset approaches The Niddle NiddleTree issues a call And the folk of Niddle Niddle Land Gather there one and all And climb into the branches Into the foliage lush and deep And then then Niddle Niddle tree Sings them all to sleep. Niddle Niddle Land then closes Until just before next sunrise When the Niddle Niddle Tree Sings all open up your eyes And the Circle runs again For everything is planned Down to the very last iota There In Niddle Niddle Land.