Welcome to Lala land/
where things/
are anything but bland./
The secret to its creation/
lies in your imagination./
The boring teacher /
with his lecture, /
is now out of the picture./
Big purple flies/
roam in the sky,/
and babies no longer cry./
A land where/
mosquito bites won't itch/
and little sisters/
don't snitch./
Some say/
my ideas are psycotic,/
but I find them chaotic./
And unlike/
my mother and father,/
I don't care/
who they may bother./
There is no time/
to be benign,/
you have to/
make life your own design./
Welcome to Lala land,/
where things/
are anything but bland.