Once upon a misty thought,
in the valley of Neverknow,
where whispers weave shadows
and secrets play peek-a-boo,

A little fogling whispered, “Find me,” 
from riddles made of moonlight strings.
Ia minke hoinj ek scyhhhh... dance
above the lakes where the lilies sleep.

Pebble paths curve into smiles,
where feet make twinkly twink
stars beneath
the shoe dust.

Shadows bend around corners and
giggle softly, scatter like lost
marbles down old staircase places
with doorways to nowhere in particular.