How came I there one cannot tell.

No heed to me, did my will pay.

To distant chiming of a chapel bell,

my feet they danced with me away.

To a most entrancing scene I came.

My eyes they were bewitched by it.

Natures children, and oh! so tame.

Said a little squirrel, "come by me sit!"

The squirrel he was a sport so true.

With tiny paw he shook my hand.

So nice he said "how do you do! -

what brought you to this wonderland?".

What could I say, was this a jest?

My feet a wandering they would go.

So strange I felt, no need of rest.

The reason squirrel, I wish to know?

A mystery land and most serene.

No sign of human footprints here.

Grass so fresh would delight a queen.

A fairy here there must have been.

While a jackal gave my shoes a shine,

a nightingale, for me did sing

a love song, in a tree of pine.

Upon my heart was placed a ring.

Could this be but an idle dream?

Or was I privileged by providence?

I wish to float on with the stream.

Who cares if it did not make sense.