Now who is ready to go with me <br />Off and away to dream town? <br />Oh, such a journey as that will be, <br />All dressed in a snow white gown. <br />No shoe or stocking, they think it shocking <br />To wear such things in dream town street, <br />For it's paved with posies and leaves of roses, <br />So nothing can hurt your feet. <br /> <br /> <br />We leave our baggage and clothes behind <br />When we set out on this jaunt, <br />The folks who live there are very kind, <br />They give us whatever we want; <br />Sometimes a dolly we take, if she's jolly <br />And good all the day before. <br />But they've dolls without number in that land of slumber, <br />And of toys there's a wonderful store. <br /> <br /> <br />We shut up our eyes when we set out, <br />Though why I never have guessed, <br />There's some good reason I haven't a doubt, <br />Since every one says it is best. <br />I think we go faster and keep off disaster, <br />By folding our eyelids down; <br />By dropping that curtain I'm almost certain, <br />The sooner we get to dream town. <br /> <br /> <br />Just inside of the city gate, <br />Smiling and rosy and bright, <br />The boys and the girls of dream town wait <br />To play with us all the night. <br />So rocking and rocking, without shoe or stocking, <br />All dressed in a little white gown, <br />Singing and humming, we're coming, we're coming <br />Into the gates of dream town.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-town/
