In the land of Chilled-an’-Boring,
Boys and girls where always glum,
So they formed a works committee,
To conjure up some fun.
They'd heard about a magician,
Called O. Johann-Sum-Thing,
Who worked alongside Bertha Tyme,
@ Fearsome Conjuring.
Several rainbows later,
They'd hit upon a plan,
To reach the place you'd have to be,
A member of the gang.
Johann took the details,
The kind of fun required,
While Bertha fee-fo-fummed a while,
On roundabouts and rides.
They'd need an ice cream parlour,
A fountain full of pop,
A chocolate stream of jelly beans,
And lollipops in stock.
Stars to light the way at night,
A moon as bright as day,
And all the laughter one could want,
In never-ending play.
There's a secret I can't tell,
Parents wonder where it is,
While the children never tell.
© Joseph G Dawson