Take me to that place,
Where all the children laugh and play,
Where anything tiresome needn't be done,
Only that which is fun.
We drink fairy rum teardrops from sweet leaves,
Here we leave our dirty deeds. We can swing high in the trees,
And worry not, Pain cannot come,
Nothing hurts here.
We dance in the grove with playful deer,
Each his own an friend here,
La, la, la, la, la, la;
Here In The Children's Place we play.
Let us stay high all day,
Never to worry, We feel not pain.
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