Within the pile of laundry
where it makes it's soft bed
The laundry hampster lies sleeping ,
dreams filling its little head

It dreams of hiding change
for excited folks to find,
and tying sailors knots
in the cord by the blind

It dreams of doing cartwheels
upon the kitchen floor
and dancing with the dolls
and teddy bears galore

It dreams of sipping hot chocolate
with dustbunnies under the table
and reciting stories,
sonnets, and fables

Dreams of chess with dragons
fill it's little head
While it softly sleeps
in its laundry bed

Softly sleeping the day away,
so peaceful does it seem
With a smile on its furry face
content within its dreams