Wonder's Endless Labyrinths
In a land of dreams, the mazes go round.
Walk me, talk me, see the way, oh dear! Pink bunnies hop, the clouds cheer.
The secret paths twist, yet do not bend. Why, oh why, is it never the end?
Sometimes the door opens, and sometimes it shuts. When it does not exist, it is your friend.
Follow the paths with stars, not the ones with jars.