The Story of Imagination

Once upon a time, Imagination, the little boy, ran wild Playing in a tall lilly field While overhead flew a giant pink bird and dipped into the ocean. Tap, tap, tap, "Don't be absurd," Said Real knocking at the door. This endured 'till Imagination grew pale, older, walking among the weeds in a dry field. There he lay, a big man in the end See, Real had eventually entered and taken over Imagination was my friend, but now he's gone And Real is no longer nice to me.