A dreamer dreamt a dream
On a rosy bed filled with rouse of roses
On a chariot's cart chartering afar
Little did he know, nought await him
He had heard stories of fairies
On the north hill of Netherlands
He had envision wealth waiting
But doom drowned his Dreamland
Little dreamy wake from your slumber
Legends aren't dreamers, wake little one
While you lie dreaming with vain blushes
Poverty awaits next door, peeping and waiting