I've often wondered how it would be
To have my bed up high in a tree
or to have it down low so no one could see
Under the ground, underneath me
I wonder how many creatures I'd scare
If I did have a bed down under there
Or what about a bed higher than that
Like one on top of Mount Ararat
From there I could be as high as a bird
and say, "Good night!" so that everyone heard
Then I'd snuggle down deep in my bed and sleep
And dream of high things in a sleep so deep
Or what if my bed was made like a boat
One made of wood so it could float
I could sail while asleep to visit new places
And wake up in a land of smiling faces
Because they would all have neat beds like me
In which to travel across the sea
What would it be like to have a bed on Mars
Or high in the heavens among the stars
I'd make my bed on a swift moving comet
It would pass by the Earth with just me on it
Then the whole world could see me as I zoomed by
Blowing kisses goodnight from up in the sky
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