Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream
The dreams are plucked by young and old
Each night from the wishing ground
Then returned from whence they came
To the garden where they were found
Sometimes they're picked too early
That's when nightmares are born
Those are the dreams that's cast aside
Their roots then twisted and torn
The wishes are planted in Winter and Fall
And come to life in the Spring
The dreams in the garden have to be picked
To see what magic they bring
Deep inside a secret garden
Beside the wishing stream
Wishes are planted and watered with tears
And grow into a dream
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves
hustle and bustle and whistle he did
With a hop, skip and a jump
Over the pebbles and through the moss
An amazing garden he did see
With wonder and laughter he explored the garden
And discovered so many great things
He saw…
flowers blooming
rocks a booming
moss all fuzzy
bees a buzzing
butterflies a fluttering
bugs a muttering
Leaves waving in the wind
Ishkabibble the little k-nibble
Went down the garden path
He whistled and skipped
and doodled and dipped
beneath the garden leaves