IX
Once I had a bad dream,
On the earth the light was dim
And nobody played with toys anymore.
I couldn’t keep up the score
With this situation,
The world seemed like a desert,
While people made a convention,
To be very serious and not to preserve
Toys any more. The children
Weren’t allowed to play even
If they
Were very small,
You couldn’t find anywhere any toys at all.
I entered a shop
And I felt disappointed and small
Because I couldn’t do anything to stop
People killing the toys.
I cried because I didn’t hear the noise
Of laughter anywhere
And I was ready to swear
That people will be different, unhappy,
They won’t love each other like they
Did before and they will loose
Very much, they will confuse,
Children with grownups, meanwhile
The sun won’t smile
Anymore on the sky
And the birds won’t fl y
In peace through the air, butterflies
Will also fly otherwise
And God will also be sad
Because laughter on earth will be dad!
Then I woke up
And I was so happy
That I couldn’t stop myself to cry for joy
And then I played with my favorite toy!