Death Comes To Us All Sooner Or

The Land Of Dreams, That Mystical Realm, Where The Oddest Of Visions Appear, Come Wander Through Scenes Of Joyful Peace, Or Stampeded Through Nightmares Of Fear. Dare We Open Those Secret Doors, Down Dusty Paths Of Mind, In Long-forgotten Corners, What Memories We'll Find. Who Rules O'er The Kingdom Of Night, Where All Is Not What It Seems? 'tis I, The Weaver Of Tales, For I Am The Dreamer Of Dreams!

A Wounded Heart Will Heal In Time, And When It Does, The Memory And Love Of Our Lost Ones Is Sealed Inside To Comfort Us.

Pick-a-lock, Pick-a-lock, You'll Regret The Day, When You Took A Mouse Thief And Locked Him Away, Silly Cat, Look At That, It's Two For One, A Thief And A Warrior, By Dawn Will Be Gone.

Basil Stag Hare Tut-tutted Severely As He Remarked To Ambrose Spike, 'tch, Tch. Dreadful Table Manners. Just Look At Those Three Wallahs, Kicking Up A Hullaballoo Like That! Eating's A Serious Business.

Throughout His Life The Memory Of That Happy Day Stayed Locked Secretly In (his) Heart.