Here you will see strange happenings With absolutely placid eyes; If all your uncles sprouted wings You would not feel the least surprise; The oddest things that you can do Don't seem a bit absurd to you.
You go (in Dreamland) to a ball, And suddenly are shocked to find That you have nothing on at all, -- But somehow no one seems to mind; And, naturally, _you_ don't care, If they can bear what you can bare!
Then, in a moment, you're pursued By engines on a railway track! Your legs are tied, your feet are glued, The train comes snorting down your back! One last attempt at flight you make And so (in bed) perspiring wake.
You feel so free from weight of cares That, if the staircase you should climb, You gaily mount, not single stairs, But whole battalions at a time; (My metaphor is mixed, may be, I quote from Shakespeare, as you see).
If you should eat too much, you pay (In dreams) the penalty for this; A nightmare carries you away And drops you down a precipice! Down! down! until, with sudden smack, You strike the mattress with your back.
_MORAL_
At meals decline to be a beast; 'Too much is better than a feast. '
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