If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?
Why, in my world...cats and rabbits, would reside in fancy little houses, and be dressed in shoes and hats and trousers, in a world of my own, all the flowers, would have very extra special powers, and would sit and talk to me for hours, when I'm lonely in a world of my own, there'd be new birds, lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds, everyone would have a dozen blue birds, in that world of my own, I could listen, to a babbling brooke and hear a song that I could understand, how I'm wishing it could be that way, because my world would be a wonderland...But I'm not a flower, I'm a little girl!
