Do you know where the summer blooms all the year 'round, <br />Where there never is rain on a pic-nic day? <br />Where the thornless rose in its beauty blows <br />And little boys never are called from play? <br />Then, oh! hey! it is far away- <br />In the wonderful land of Nowhere. <br /> <br />Would you like to live where nobody scolds, <br />Where you never are told 'it is time for bed,' <br />Where you learn without trying and laugh without crying, <br />Where snarls never pull when they comb your head? <br />Then, oh! hey! it is far away <br />In the wonderful land of Nowhere. <br /> <br />Do you long to dwell where you never need wait, <br />Where no one is punished or made to cry, <br />Where a supper of cakes is not followed by aches <br />And little folks thrive on a diet of pie? <br />Then, oh! hey! you must go away <br />To the wonderful land of Nowhere. <br /> <br />You must drift down the river of idle dreams, <br />Close to the border of No-man's-land. <br />For a year and a day you must sail away <br />And then you will come to an unknown strand <br />And oh! hey! if you get there-stay <br />In the wonderful land of Nowhere!<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-nowhere/
