My Bed is an Air Balloon

When night falls my bed is an air balloon. I sail through the slipsiverse, close by the moon. I float above treetops where the nub-nubs are sleepingand flowering hills where the whifflepigs go creeping;ponds strung with starlight that glitter like glass,a floog with its velvet nose bent to the grass.

Cand cade noaptea patul meu este un balon cu aer. Navig prin slipsiverse, aproape de luna.