How would you like to be there?
Come along to this land far away,
Where men and beasts do play all day;
Where constant sweet sights all tears sway;
Where lies that for which most men pray.
There the folk are more loving and kind,
Each is to another's errors blind;
Leave your self consciousness behind!
There, each does that good in his mind.
My! You might like seeing such woods and streams
Which appear in a teen girl's dreams;
The flowers there smile - or so it seems;
You'll blink with tears at flower birds' hymns.
Oh, the food! You NEED to taste the food;
The cooks - those maidens - they are good!
Foods and drinks guard the neighborhood,
The girls cook - the men bring the wood.
Tales' time commence once the sun descends;
Each tells a tale when th' other's ends;
They tell tales till each one's neck bends,
Then each one, to sleep, himself sends.