Once upon a time in a land made of giggles,
Where the clouds tickle the moon every night,
Lived a little boy with a great big dream.
His name was Oliver Twist of the Whimsical Wavelands.
Oliver had a map,
Not to places, but to stories?
Mysterious chapters lost in gentle whispers,
Pages that danced, stories untold and unsung.
The thimblerig trees covered in jingly bells
Sing songs only the butterflies can hear.
"Follow the sparkles," they said.
"It leads to the story of what could have been."
Once there was a kitten,
A brave little feline who caught stars,
Not for her treasure, but to brighten the world.
She was called Lily of the Starry Depths.