"Listen, children, listen,
won't you come into the night?
The stars have set their candle gleam.
The moon her lantern light.
I'm piping little tunes for you
to catch your dancing feet.
There's glory in the heavens
but there's magic in the street.
There's jesting here and carnival.
The cost of a balloon
is an ancient rhyme said backwards
and a wish upon the moon."
"Who bids us come into the night
with dancing feet and nimble fingertips?
Who promises us as fair a thing
as country pie and sugared gingersnips?"
"I am the dream, the dream, the dream;
with laughter on my lips."