Hello boys and girls, welcome to town! This is the place
where dreams are around. I'll try to be quick; I will not be
long, so please little children go ahead come along! If
you'll be good, I will sing you a song.
  Every dream here has its own little place; a room for its
kind, a bed, a shelf, a warm little space.
  Follow me to the room nice of all; I hope you will fit
for it is really small. Make a way, coming through, let the
little brats see. Let them enjoy these marvels with me. Here
is the room where good dreams do run free. You may recognize
them; some of them are yours, for this is the place where
fantasy rose. Here are all the ponies, unicorn, fairies. In
short, here everything's very much merry.
  Next is the room where dreams have no mood; not vary much
bad, yet none really good. As you can see no thing's special
nor unique. Here you see life as it is, I don't like it,
it's sick!
  Now you will see the bestest of places, the cream of the
pie, it's only for aces! Before we come in, I beg you to
guess. Where are we in, what is this strange place? Yes it
is true we are in nightmare land. Oh please don't lye down,
you need to stand. Don't yell it wont help; it will only do
worse. It will call the headless rider on its coal black
horse. This is the den of the ware wolf, the man with no
head; here also lives the monster from under your bed.
  Leaving so soon? What's the rush? I don't want to hear,
quiet, shut up, oh come on, hush! You'll stay here until I
say so. If you don't like it here you still cannot go. Oh
crying, boohoo; come on kids grow up, it won't help to
scream no one will help you, shut up! Oh didn't you know
that life's about nightmares; it's not about fairies,
wizards and ice cream. With lightning, thunder and these
sorts of stuff, for ever you stay; quiet enough!
  The moral fore today kids is quite easy; don't trust a
clown that looks rather sleazy.