It was a hazy lazy day

Down by the brook

Where I lay to rest.

Nothing better to do

That day by the brook.

So I feel asleep.

The dreams I had

Were so real

And when I awoke

I had a catch of fish

And I didn't have a pole

How could that have happened?

Brought them home to mom

And told her my tale.

It was the faeries,  she said.

I had to believe her

As there was no other answer.

I don't lay by the brook anymore.