I met a traveller from an ancient land,
Where there is nothing but sand,
During the day when it was hot, I was bold,
But in the night I got very, very cold,
That night I had to do the graveyard shift,
And I became weary and asleep I drift,
The next thing I noticed was that a sand storm came,
And I had to go back to rescue the dame,
Then I woke up from that good dream,
When I realized I was awake, I wanted to go back to sleep to revisit that dream.
Copyright 2001
