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Fall into my trap You'll find life "snap"! When you're grown up my dears, and are as old as I. You'll often ponder on the years That roll so swiftly by my dears, That roll so swiftly by And of the many lands You will have journeyed through, You'll oft recall, The best of all, the land your childhood knew, Your childhood knew. Toyland! Toyland! Little girl and boy land, While you dwell within it You are ever happy then. Childhood's Joyland, Mystic, Merry Toyland! Once you pass its borders You can ne'er return again. When you've grown up my dears, There comes a dreary day, When mid the locks of black appears The first pale gleam of grey, my dears, The first pale gleam of grey. Then of the past you'll dream, As grey haired grown ups do, And seek once more, Its phantom shore, The land your childhood knew, Your childhood knew. Toyland! Toyland! etc. From "Babes in Toyland" By Victor Herbert. |
