In the land of In-a-minute, the land of Lots-of-time,
The land of What's-the-hurry? Manna-land sublime;
The land of Sleep-a-whole-lot,—to me it ofttimes seems
I sure should like to live there, for I'd have time for Dreams.

Now I'd not waste a minute if I lived in that clime,
But say good-bye to worry, and dream—well all the time.
And what, dear, do you reckon my fancy'd bring to view?
The answer is so easy: Sweetheart, I'd dream of You.