Along the road to Lazyvale,
Half way to Half Past Nine,
I found a little daisy dale,
And sat down there to dine;
With 20,000 fairy men
From Nowadays till Then.
We each one had a crazy pall
Of such a wondrous wine,
The bees make in that daisy dale
Half way to Half Past Nine.
It tasted like brook water clear
To lips of Just One Year.
A pedlar out from Lazyvale
Cried, "Buy! Come, buy my wares!"
And at that little mazy sale
I bought me joys for cares.
With 20,000 fairy men
From Nowadays till Then.
This really is a hazy tale,
But would it not be fine
To loiter back to Lazyvale,
Half way to Half Past Nine,
And in a dainty daisy dale
Find fairy wares for sale?
First published in The Sydney Morning Herald, 13 October 1934
