What land is this we've entered?
They stand and stare, these little men,
Who really are self-centered.
What rival's power has brought us here,
Into this so confusing land?
This land that is so very queer?
No butterfly, though beautiful,
Should be so large, you see.
But CEO, in looking round
Thought, that woman's just for me!
They wandered on, and sipped on wine,
Saw flowers and fish and music notes,
Sun, moon and stars, and castle fine,
Until at last, they saw a clock, and said
We've had enough, please let us go.
And trundled off to bed.
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