The young boy was land at the dreamland
To see how the fantasy’s work
He sat on a sphere mahogany chair
Gazing through the window
At the world outside
His brain returned to the history
And he talked to himself
“I need to across the ocean,
But where I want to go”?
“Alberta, Santa Monica, Bradford”?
“North, south, east, or west”?
There’s must be a thousands mile to across
He looked at the shining stars
And he said “Ya, I want to Pennsylvania”
And he smiled as he finished his sandwich.
“PA, PA, PA”, he said again and again.
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