Slowly, Silently, Now The Moon Walks The

Do Diddle Di Do, Poor Jim Jay Got Stuck Fast In Yesterday.

All Day Long The Door Of The Sub-conscious Remains Just Ajar; We Slip Through To The Other Side, And Return Again, As Easily And Secretly As A Cat.

Three Jolly Huntsmen, In Coats Of Red, Rode Their Horses Up To Bed.

His Are The Quiet Steeps Of Dreamland, The Waters Of No-more-pain; His Ram's Bell Rings 'neath An Arch Of Stars, "rest, Rest, And Rest Again.

Look Thy Last On All Things Lovely, Every Hour