Dreams (inspired by Dr. Suess)

I have some advice for people like you Just look to the sky and about Who? Who would I be if I didn’t have me To tear down the beams of this monstrosity That had the incredible ability To make someone famous, someone like me. But I couldn’t be famous, it couldn’t possibly be I couldn’t be famous, it just wouldn’t be me. Now I said what I meant and I mean what I say And I don’t have to mean it in a way That you’ll understand, just listen, I say Walk a mile an hour; you’re well on your way To reaching the North Pole by morning. And there’ll you find Santa and his eight tiny deer That have sprouted some horns from that magical corn That the children give them every 25th of December. Every year this has happened, since the first man yelled “Timber!” Then the first Truffula Tree went Ker-Plunk! on the ground And every Who down in Whoville made one little sound A sound something very like “Do” And to follow that “Do”, came a soft little “Ra” And up to a “Mi” and a “Fa” then a “So” And full out singing erupted below And the singing, it rose, to a little Grinch nose Poking out of a bungalow atop such a hill Where the snow lay so cold that every mouse froze. From the depths of this snow lay one little seed That was soon to be harvesting what everyone needs Not a thneed or a song or a Truffula Fruit But a dream where a little dream fairy uproots All the thoughts and the wishes that have blossomed away In that little pink mold of a brain in your head. And after you lay down your soft head On the fluffy white pillow on your comfy old bed Where the dreams drift away to be captured someday By the young wistful mind of a child.